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FRA  DIAVOLC; 

OR, 

THE  INN  OF  TERRACINA. 

^ li  Him  fjwte, 

THE  3VLTTSIO  BT  JLTTBEE?,. 


THE  LIBRETTO  BY  ROPHINO  LACY. 


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LEDGER  JOB  PRINTING  OFFICE. 
1867. 


DRAMATIS  PERSONS 


FRA  DI^VOLO,  a celebrated  Brigand,  disguised  as  the  Marquis  of  San  Carlo. 
LORD  ALLCASH,  an  English  Nobleman,  on  his  travels. 

LORENZO,  a young  Trooper,  in  love  with  Zerlina. 

MATTEO,  an  Innkeeper. 


The  story  on  which  this  Opera  is  founded  is  so  simple,  that  it  may  be  told  in  a few  words. 
A notorious  bandit  and  robber  who,  from  his  daring  exploits  and  seemingly  miraculous 
escapes,  has  acquired  the  title  of  Fra  Diavolo  (the  Devil’s  Brother),  is  the  hero ; and 
although  not  what  is  styled  in  good  society  an  estimable  person,  possesses  some  qualifica- 
tions which  are  apt  to  win  admiration,  if  not  respect,  from  the  million.  He  is  courageous, 
frank,  and  exceedingly  gallant,  and,  it  is  said,  freely  gave  to  the  poor  part  of  the  booty  he 
stole  from  the  rich.  In  an  excursion  among  the  mountains,  Fra  Diavolo  falls  in  with  an 
English  nobleman  and  his  fashionable  wife.  Lord  and  Lady  Allcash,  who  are  making  the 
grand  tour.  He  encounters  them  at  the  Inn  of  Terracina.  kept  by  one  Matteo,  whose 
daughter  Zerlina,  a very  pretty  girl,  loves  and  is  beloved  by  Lorenzo,  a young  soldier, 
who,  at  the  commencement  of  the  Opera,  is  about  to  start  with  his  comrades  in  search  of 
Fra  Diavolo.  The  Lady  and  her  Lord  enter  in  great  trepidation,  having  narrowly 
escaped  robbery  by  the  band  of  which  Fra  Diavolo  is  chief.  They  innocently  explain  to 
him  (mistaking  him  in  his  disguise  for  the  Marquis  San  Carlo)  the  trick  by  which  they 
saved  their  most  valuable  property  from  the  brigands.  Fra  Diavolo  is  enraged,  and 
resolves  to  possess  the  diamonds  and  cash  so  carelessly  missed  by  his  men.  He  makes  love 
to  Lady  Allcash,  eludes  the  Carbiniers,  and  lays  his  plan  to  relieve  the  rich  travelers  of 
all  further  care  of  their  valuables. 

The  Second  Act  introduces  us  to  the  neat  and  simple  bed-chamber  of  Zerlina,  who, 
after  a very  pretty  song  and. an  earnest  prayer,  retires  to  rest,  to  dream  of  her  wedding  with 
Lorenzo,  which  happy  event  is  appointed  for  the  morrow.  Fra  Diavolo,  with  two  of  his 
gang,  gain  access  to  this  room,  which  adjoins  that  of  Lord  and  Lady  Allcash,  and  prepare 
to  seize  their  destined  plunder.  Zerlina  moves  in  her  sleep,  and  one  of  the  brigands 
raises  his  knife  to  stab  her.  At  this  moment,  in  her  dream  she  murmurs  gently  a hymn  to 
the  Virgin — the  ruffian  is  awe-stricken,  and  leaves  her  to  sleep  in  peace.  Fra  Diavolo 
enters  the  chamber  of  my  Lord  and  Lady,  and  is  sure  of  success,  when  every  one  in  the 
house  is  awakened  by  the  shouting  and  noise  made  by  the  troopers,  who,  returning  from 
their  unsuccessful  chase  after  Fra  Diavolo,  demand  admittance.  Zerlina  awakes  and 
dresses  herself.  The  robbers  and  their  chief  conceal  themselves  in  a closet,  and  Lord  and 
Lady  Allcash,  in  dishabille , come  from  their  chamber  and  demand  an  explanation  of  this 
uproar.  Lorenzo  explains,  when  a noise  is  heard  in  the  closet  where  the  robbers  are  con- 
cealed. Lorenzo  approaches  to  ascertain  the  cause,  when  Fra  Diavolo,  finding  himself 
at  the  point  of  detection,  steps  forth,  and,  in  explanation  of  his  appearance  in  such  a 
position,  asserts  that  he  had  an  appointment  with  Zerlina  ! This  announcement,  false  as 
it  is,  falls  like  a thunderbolt  on  all.  Zerlina  is  distracted;  Lorenzo  enraged  to  madness, 
and,  in  the  midst  of  the  confusion.  Fra  Diavolo,  after  promising  to  give  Lorenzo  “ satis- 
faction” in  the  morning,  cooly  effects  his  retreat.  His  companions,  however,  are  not  so 
fortunate,  and  one  of  them  is  induced,  by  threats  and  menaces,  to  betray  his  chief. 

In  the  Third  Act,  Fra  Diavolo  is  again  among  the  hills,  a brigand  chief,  undisguised. 
He  rejoices  in  his  liberty,  and  anticipates  much  fun  as  well  as  profit  from  a meeting  he  has 
arranged  between  Lord  and  Lady  Allcash  and  his  own  band.  In  the  midst  of  his  happi- 
ness, however,  he  finds  himself  betrayed,  ensnared,  and  in  the  hands  of  his  enemies.  He 
falls  from  the  bullet  fired  by  a Carbinier,  but  not  before  Zerlina’s  fame  has  been  wholly 
cleared,  and  she  is  still  to  be  married  to  Lorenzo,  Lord  and  Lady  Alloash  giving  a liberal 
wedding-present  to  the  happy  bride. 


BEPPO, 

GIACOMO, 


j-  Brigands,  followers  of  Fra  Diavolo. 


LADY  ALLCASH,  an  English  Tourist. 
ZERLINA,  the  Daughter  of  Matteo. 


PLOT  OF  THE  OPERA. 


FRA  DIAYOLO; 

OR, 

THE  INN  OF  TERRACINA. 


Act  the  First. 

SCENE  THE  FIRST. 

The  entrance-porch  of  an  Italian  Inn . The  rear  sustained  by  several 
pillars  entwined  with  verdure , opens  on  a gay  romantic  Landscape. 
On  the  r.  and  l.  side  doors  leading  into  the  interior.  Towards  the 
front , R.  a table , round  which  are  discovered  drinking  several  Carbi- 
niers in  the  Italian  light-horse  uniform.  Lorenzo  stands  apart  with- 
out partaking  in  their  mirth. 

INTRODUCTORY  CHORUS. 

Drink ! for,  joy  bestowing, 

Around  the  wine  is  flowing  ! 

Wine’s  the  soldier’s  shield 
In  the  tented  field ; 

From  all  fear  it  guards  him, 

And  with  fame  rewards  him  I 
Glory’s  path  while  bravely  pursuing, 

Love  and  wine  his  toils  repay ; 

Danger’s  approach,  he  smiles  as  he’s  viewing. 

Love  and  wine  can  all  his  pains  allay ! 

What,  ho !— more  wine ! — we  must  be  gay, 

Drink ! &c.,  &c. 

First  Carbinier.  One  health  more,  comrades. — Here’s “ To  our 

speedy  capture  of  Fra  Diavolo !” 

'vf  Huzza!  [They  drink. 

$ Second  Carbinier.  He’s  mostly  aptly  christened  after  his  patron 
: . saint ! — It’s  a sure  thing  his  dingy  majesty  of  the  lower  regions  never 
- had  a more  hopeful  recruit. 

■ Third  Carbinier.  He’s  the  very  king  of  banditti. 

First  Carbinier.  If  we  are  lucky  enough  to  lay  hold  on  him,  Signor 
vx  Lorenzo,  it  seems  that  our  reward  is  to  be — 


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FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act.  I. 


Lorenzo.  Six  thousand  ducats. 

All.  Six  thousand*! — 

Lorenzo.  Nothing  less. 

All.  Huzza! 

First  Carbinier.  He’s  the  best  prize  in  all  Italy!  {Rising.)  March  us 
on,  captain,  in  pursuit  of  the  valuable  villain.  But  stay— suppose, 
comrades,  we  empty  another  jug  to  our  success? 

All.  Right,— another  jug ; another  jug !— Ho ! Landlord ! Matteo ! 
House ! — [ Calling  noisily , and  knocking  on  the  table. 

Enter  Matteo  with  more  wine  from  the  house.  Zerlina  steals  in  after  him , and  un- 
perceived, hides  behind  one  of  the  pillars. 

Matteo.  Here,  gentlemen ! here.  I anticipate  your  wishes.  Do  you 
find  money,  I’ll  find  you  drink.  ( Looking  into  the  empty  jugs  on  -the 
table.)  Bravo !— By  Bacchus,  there’s  no  thirst  like  a soldier’s.  But, 
Master  Lorenzo,  since  you  stand  treat,  why  don’t  you  take  a glass 
along  with  them  ? 

Lorenzo.  Not  I.  Drink  on,  comrades; — never  heed  me. 

First  Carbinier , (in  a half  voice  to  his  companions.)  Our  captain  is 
plaguy  melancholy ! — What  is  it  ails  him  ? 

Matteo , {aside.)  I know  well  enough  what  ails  him,  poor  fellow! 
But  I can’t  help  it— I must  do  my  duty.  {To  the  soldiers.)  Gentlemen, 
since  you  are  naturally  fond  of  merry  doings— good  eating  and  immo- 
derate—I mean  moderate  drinking,  I think  you  will  have  no  objection 
to  my  present  invitation.  To-morrow,  I marry  my  daughter  Zerlina 
to  Francesco  Verona,  the  rich  young  farmer  of  the  next  village.  You 
must  be  present  at  the  wedding.  I invite  you  all. 

Lorenzo , {aside  with  strong  emotion.)  I’ll  sooner  die  than  behold  the 
cursed  moment. 

Carbiniers.  Wine!  more  wine! 

Matteo.  What ! already !— Bless  their  swallow  ! There’ll  not  be  a 
drop  left  for  the  wedding !— Well,  well — I’ll  go  fetch  one  jug  more,  and 
rare  wine  you’ll  find  it,  I warrant ; for  I may  boldly  say,  there’s  no- 
body in  these  parts  sells  such  stuff  as  I do. 

[Exit,  carrying  with  him  the  empty  vessels . 

Zerlina , {coming  down  r.  of  Lorenzo.)  Lorenzo,  are  you  going  to 
leave  us  ? 

Lorenzo . Yes,  Zerlina.— I must  to  the  mountains,  and  destroy  the 
horde  of  bandits  that  infest  them.  May  I never  return,  but  having 
discharged  a soldier’s  duty,  find  a soldier’s  grave ! 

Zerlina.  Lorenzo! 

Lorenzo.  You  are  going  to  become  the  wife  of  another; — ’tis  your 
father’s  command.  I am  too  poor  to  obtain  you — what  have  I to  wish 
for  but  death  ? 

Zerlina.  I am  not  yet  another’s,  Lorenzo,  and  if  fortune — 

Lorenzo.  No  more.  Delude  me  not  with  a hope  which  it  would  be 
folly  to  indulge. 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO, 


5 


SONG. 

Lorenzo. 

Vainly,  alas!  thoud’st  soothe  the  pang  I feel; — 

Fond  love  betray’d  what  hope  can  ne’er  restore ! 

Death,  death,  alone,  my  grief  may  heal ; — 

Farewell ! — perhaps  for  evermore ! 

Wealth  I have  none,  thy  father’s  only  care, 

Therefore  I lose  all  on  earth  I adore, 

My  only  wealth  is  the  love  to  thee  I bear ; — 

Farewell ! — perhaps  for  evermore ! 

Tho’  thou  forsak’st  me,  I still  will  faithful  prove, 

Still  on  thy  head  every  bliss  I’ll  implore : 

Hence  duty  calls  me.  My  first,  my  only  love — 

Farewell ! — perhaps  for  evermore ! 

[He  retires  to  the  soldiers. 

First  Carbinier.  Honored  Captain,  take  but  one  cup  with  us ; it  will 
be  an  omen  of  our  success. 

Lorenzo , ( snatching  up  a cup.)  Come ! Victory  or  Death ! 

All,  {starting  up.)  Victory  or  Death! 

Matteo,  [putting  out  his  head.)  Bravo,  gentlemen. — I beg  to  be  al- 
lowed to  drink  the  toast  also.— Victory  to  you.  Death  to  Fra  Diavolo ! 

[. He  drinks. 

[A  loud  noise  is  suddenly  heard  without.  All  hasten  to  the  top  of  the  stage , and  look  out; 
two  or  three  of  the  Carbiniers  go  out  and  line  the  passage.  The  noise  comes  nearer , 
and  Lord  and  Lady  Allcash,  in  the  greatest  agitation  and  alarm , are  seen  hastily 
entering  down  the  declivity.  The  servants  of  the  Inn  come  out  also. 

CONCERTED  PIECE. 

Lord  and  Lady  A.  Give  us  help ! — they’re  at  hand ! 

We’ve  escaped  the  whole  band! 

Lorenzo , Zerlina,  Matteo,  Carbiniers. 

Why  this  noise  ? — What  danger  is  near  ? 

Lord  A.  Signor  Brigadier  ? — 

Lorenzo.  What  means  your  flight  ? 

What  alarms  you  thus  ? let  me  hear. 

Lord  A.  I’m  almost  chok’d  with  rage! 

Lady  A.  And  I am  dead  with  fright ! 

[Lady  Allcash  has  been  conducted  to  a seat.  Zerlina  hastens  to  her ; Matteo  offers 
her  a smelling  bottle,  &c.,  &c.  Zerlina  brings  her  a glass  of  water  on  a plate,  from 
table.) 

Lord  A.  ( going  to  Lady  A.  with  ludicrous  tenderness.) 

Dearest  angel  l — Arabella ! — Upon  your  love  recline ! 

[ Turning  to  Lorenzo. 

She’s  my  wife,  sir, — and  her  nerves  are  delicately  fine! 

Lady  A.  {rising  up  with  languor  and  difficulty.) 

Oh ! what  a frightful  land  for  strangers  l 
At  every  step  assail’d  by  dangers. 


6 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act  I. 


A daring  robber’s  band, 

Plundering  on  every  hand, 

Now  terror  spreads  o’er  all  the  land ! — 

To  Italy,  France,  or  Spain, 

I will  never  come  again ! 

Of  my  richly  furnish’d  cases, 

Of  my  diamonds,  pearls,  and  laces, 

Where,  alas ! are  now  the  traces  ? 

All’s  the  prey  of  a wild  brigand ! 

’Tis  enough,  my  lord,  to  grieve  me. 

And  my  fate  I must  deplore ; — 

Let  us  home,  and  thence,  believe  me, 

I will  never  travel  more ! 

Lord  and  Lady  A.  No,  no,  I will  no  longer  stay 

Where  constant  dangers  thus  arise ! 

No,  no — no,  no — we’ll  go  away ! 

Experience  ought  to  make  us  wise ! 

Lorenzo  and  Carbiniers. 

The  bandit  chieftain,  as  they  say, 

Conceal’d  near  yonder  mountain  lies : 

Oh,  then,  without  delay, 

To  gain  the  sought-for  prize. 

Zcrlina  and  Maiieo.  I tremble  if  they  truly  say, 

The  bandit  near  our  mountain  lies  i 
Spreading  around  dismay. 

He  ev’ry  danger  defies. 

Lord  A.  (to  Lorenzo.)  Signor  Brigadier,  I summon  you,  in  the 
name  of  justice,  to  take  cognizance  of  this  shocking,  positively  shock- 
ing outrage. 

Lorenzo . I am  ready  to  hear  you,  sir,  and  willing  to  redress  you. 

Lord  A.  I have  the  honor,  I must  premise  to  you,  of  being  an  Eng- 
lish nobleman,  making  the  tour  of  Italy  with  my  lady  here,  for  divers 
reasons.  Firstly,  because  it’s  fashionable  to  spend  one’s  money  from 
home;  secondly,  because,  being  newly  married,  I didn’t  well  know 
what  to  do;  and  thirdly,  because  hearing  so  much  about  Italy  and 
your  volcanoes,  I thought  we  should  find  something  pretty  and  enter- 
taining to  look  at ; but,  Signor  Brigadier,  your  country  is  shocking, 
positively  shocking! 

Lorenzo.  I am  sorry,  my  Lord,  that— 

Lord  A.  Oh,  so  am  I ! very  sorry,  very  sorry  I ever  came  into  it,  and 
shall  be  very  glad  to  get  safe  out  of  it,  which  isn’t  very  easy,  consider 
ing  one  runs  the  risk  every  hour  of  having  one’s  throat  cut  in  it.  It’s 
scarcely  a mile  off  that  our  postillion  was  stopped. 

Lady  A.  Yes,  by  a band  of  robbers. 

Lorenzo.  Which  road  did  they  take  ? 

Lord  A.  Why,  that  I can’t  exactly  say ; for  when  they  attacked  the 
carriage  I was  fast  asleep,  by  the  side  of  my  wife. 

Lady  A.  Yes,  and  I must  say,  my  Lord,  you  do  but  little  else  now 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


7 


than  sleep ; you’ve  got  quite  a habit  of  it ; and  I am  sure,  as  I often 
tell  you,  something  or  another  will  happen  to  you  in  consequence. 

Lorenzo.  And  what  did  the  banditti  rob  you  of? 

Lord  A.  All  they  could  get.  They  rummaged  my  carriage  from  top 
to  bottom,  searched  every  corner,  felt  me  all  over,  and  turned  out  my 
pockets;  then  they  felt  my  Lady  all  over,  and — 

Lady  A.  Yes,  and  took  from  me  all  my  sweet  diamonds. 

Lord  A.  The  richest  jewels  you  ever  saw. 

Lady  A.  And  so  becoming ! 

Lord  A.  True,  my  dear;  I shall  never  fancy  you  half  so  beautiful 
without  them. 

Lorenzo.  ’Tis  the  band  we’re  in  pursuit  of— that  of  Fra  Diavolo. 
Which  way  did  they  disappear? 

Lord  A.  They  vanished  towards  the  mountains,  along  with  our  dia- 
monds. 

Lorenzo . Come,  gentlemen,  forward ! The  stirrup-cup,  and  to  horse ! 

[Matteo,  assisted  by  the  servants , pours  out  drink  for  the  soldiers. 

Zerlina , ( approaching  Lorenzo,  and  in  an  under  voice.)  Lorenzo, 
this  dreadful  robber — so  fierce— so  desperate ! Should  any  misfortune 
befall  you — 

Lorenzo.  There  was  a time  I cared  for  life,  but  now— 

Zerlina.  Lorenzo ! 

Lorenzo.  To-morrow  makes  you  another’s ; your  duty  to  your  father 
has  conquered  your  love  for  me.  I’ll  not  upbraid  you  for  it.  Farewell ! 
be  happy,  and  bestow  now  and  then  a thought  on  me,  when  I shall  be 
no  more. 

Zerlina , {agitated.)  You  will  live!  you  will  live.  I will  breathe  un- 
ceasing prayers  to  heaven  for  your  safety. 

Lorenzo.  Prayers!  yes — pray  that  to-morrow  it  will  not  be  in  my 
power  to  behold  your  marriage. 

Zerlina.  What  mean  you  ? 

Lorenzo , {wiping  away  a tear.)  Come!  come!  duty  before  all.  My 
Lord,  I look  to  bring  you  back  fair  tidings.  Fare  you  well,  father 
Matteo!  Farewell,  Zerlina  ! {To  his  soldiers.)  March ! 

{Music — Exit  Lorenzo,  with  his  party,  up  the  declivity. 

Lord  A.  The  Signor  Brigadier  seems  very  agitated  about  the  busi- 
ness. This  diabolical  Fra  Diavola  frightens  everybody. 

Matteo.  You  are  under  a mistake,  my  Lord.  Brigadier  Lorenzo  is  a 
stranger  to  fear ; his  heart  is  Roman.  He  has,  young  as  he  is,  seen 
much  active  service,  and  the  brave  fellow  has  only  one  fault. 

Lord  A.  And  what  is  that  ? 

Matteo.  He  is  in  love,  and  has  no  fortune  but  his  military  pay,  and 
gun  shots  in  perspective. 

Lord  A.  Shocking ! positively  shocking  ! 

Matteo.  Why,  it  is  but  a poor  income  indeed.  Had  it  been  otherwise 
with  him,  I shouldn’t  have  wished  for  abetter  or  a kinder  hearted  {look- 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


8 


[Act  I. 


ing  at  his  daughter  ;)  but  prudence  and  reason  must  be  minded.  Come, 
Zerlina,  clear  away  the  bottles  and  glasses. 

[The  men  servants  of  the  inn  take  away  the  things. 
Lord  A {aside.)  I’ll  try  if  I can’t  inspire  the  people  hereabouts  with 
a little  courage,  by  means  of  my  purse.  Here,  good  Master  Host ! 
please  to  draw  me  out  a little  advertisement,  and  post  it  up  every- 
where, offering  a reward  to  whosoever  shall  return  to  us  the  property 
we  have  lost. 

Matteo.  Most  willingly,  Signor. 

[Matteo  sits  down  at  the  table , from  the  drawer  of  which  he  pulls  out  pen,  ink,  and 
paper,  and  begins  writing,  while  Lord  A.  seems  to  dictate  to  him.'] 

Lady  A.  {addressing  Zerlina,  who  is  sitting  disconsolate  in  a corner.) 
What ! crying,  Miss  Zerlina  ? Come,  tell  me  your  sorrow. 

Zerlina , {rising  and  drying  her  eyes.)  Mine,  madam?  I have  none. 
Lady  A.  Yes,  yes,  you  have.  Ah!  you  can’t  easily  deceive  me  in 
those  matters.  {Archly. ) I saw  a certain  young  Brigadier,  as  he  went 
away,  cast  a certain  look  at  a certain  pretty  girl,  that  said  plain  enough, 

‘ ‘ Zerlina ! how  I love  you ! ’ ’ 

Zerlina , {alarmed  and  confused.)  Madam ! 

Lady  A.  Well,  child!  and  where’s  the  harm?  I like  to  see  those 
things ! True  tenderness  is  so  captivating ! My  Lord  and  I are  an 
example.  We  married  for  love,  and  a love-match  is  such  a sweet  thing ! 
{Simpering  tenderly  to  Lord  A.)  Isn’t  it,  my  Lord? — {seeing  that  he 
doesn't  answer — angrily) — My  Lord ! 

Lord  A.  {busy  at  the  table  with  Matteo.)  Zounds ! you  see  I’m  occu-  ’ 
pied,  and  you  will  plague  me ! — I’m  drawing  up  a proclamation,  offer- 
ing a reward.  {To  Matteo.)  You  have  put  down  that  I promise  to 
give  three  hundred  ducats. 

Lady  A.  Three  hundred?  It  isn’t  half  enough,  my  Lord.  {To  Mat- 
teo.) Put  down,  sir,  one  thousand  ducats.  My  case  of  diamonds  was 
well  worth  twenty  thousand,  and  its  being  lost  was  nobody’s  fault,  my 
Lord,  but  yours.  You  would  take  the  bye-road  across  the  country. 

Lord  A.  1 had  my  reasons  for  that,  Lady  A.  I was  determined  to 
get  rid  of  that  over-gallant  cavalier,  who,  these  few  days  past,  has 
seemed  bent  upon  following  us  everywhere,  and  intruding  himself  on 
our  notice,  and  even  stopping  at  the  same  inns- 
Lady  A.  I couldn’t  help  the  man’s  traveling  the  same  road,  could  I? 
Lord  A.  But  you  might  have  helped  looking  at  the  man,  couldn’t 
you  ? And  you  might  also,  I think,  have  helped  yesterday  evening 
talking  with  him,  and  singing  that  eternal  barcarole,  which  I detest 
from  my  very  soul. 

Lady  A.  He  was  only  trying  to  teach  it  me. 

[ When  Matteo  has  finished  writing  out  a couple  of  copies,  Zerlina  takes  them  from 
him,  and  with  some  wafers  fixes  them  up  conspicuously  on  two  of  the  pillars,  inside 
and  outside;  Matteo  posts  up  the  other  two,  and  they  both  keep  pacing  backwards 
and  forwards  during  the  ensuing  duet  between  Lord  and  Lady  A.] 

Lord  A.  I won’t  have  any  man  teach  you  anything.  You  know 


9 


Scene  I.]  FRA  DIAVOLOt 

quite  enough  already,  without  extending  your  knowledge  by  foreign 
instructions. 

Lady  A.  ( pettishly .)  I suppose,  my  Lord,  it’s  a crime  to  indulge  in  a 
little  innocent  music? 

Lord  A.  You  are  never  anxious  to  indulge  in  a little  innocent  music 
with  me  ? 

Lady  A.  Your  Lordship  has  spoiled  my  taste  for  matrimonial  duets 
by  their  monotony.  Rut  I trust  I may  be  permitted  a little  harmless 
singing  and  playing  whenever  I please. 

Lord  A.  I have  no  particular  objection  to  your  playing  music,  but  I 
certainly  have  to  your  playing  the  coquette,  as  you  did  with  that  for- 
ward, impudent  Marquis,  who 

Lady  A.  I the  coquette  ? 

Lord  A.  Yes,  my  Lady,  you.  I saw  it  plain  enough.  It  was  shock- 
ing! positively  shocking!  and  I here  formally  declare  that  I won’t 
have  any  more  such  doings. 

Lady  A.  You  won’t  ? 

Lord  A.  That  is,  I don’t  exactly  say  I won’t— but  I— I— I won’t,  and 
there’s  an  end ! 

Lady  A.  My  Lord ! my  Lord ! 

Lord  A.  My  Lady,  my  Lady — once  for  all,  let  us  understand  each 
other. 

DUET. 

Lord  A.  I don’t  object,  I don’t  object 

To  see  you  ever  pleased  and  gay ; 

And  while  gallants  around  you  play, 

That  you  your  husband  should  neglect, — 

I don’t  object,  I don’t  object, — 

But,  ’sdeath ! to  meet  where’er  I go, 

An  impudent  annoying  beau, 

Whose  evil  motives  I suspect — 

I do  object,  I do  object, — 

Oh,  yes,  to  that  I do  object. 

I don’t  object,  I don’t  object 
To  pay  for  trinkets  without  end  ,* — 

Nay,  my  whole  fortune  to  expend 
To  see  you  fashionably  deck’d — 

I don’t  object,  I don’t  object ; 

But  to  your  seeking  to  make  me 
One  of  those  husbands  whom  we  see 
Forming  so  numerous  a sect — 

I do  object,  I do  object— 

Oh,  yes,  to  that  I do  object. 

Lady  A.  I don’t  object,  I don’t  object 

To  be  precise,  and  not  coquette; 


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t'RA  DIAVOIO. 


[Act  I. 


And  not  to  run  you  more  in  debt 
Than  you  in  reason  can  expect — 

I don’t  object,  I don’t  object; — 

But  that  a husband  should  presume 
The  tyrant  ever  to  assume, 

And  dare  to  lecture  and  correct — 

I do  object,  I do  object — 

1 Oh,  yes,  to  that  I do  object. 

Lord  A.  You  may  object  as  much  as  ever  as  you  please ; but  let  me 
tell  you,  for  all  that,  madam,  that  you  shall  never  again  see  this  Ne- 
apolitan Marquis— this  persevering  Cicisbeo  who  has  hitherto  pursued 
us  like  our  shadow,  with  an  insolence,  to  say  the  least  of  it,  shocking — 
positively  shocking ! 

Matteo.  Hark!  it’s  the  noise  of  a carriage.  {Running  to  lookout.) 
Yes,  it’s  a landau  stopping  at  my  door.  ( Rubbing  his  hands.)  Delight- 
ful ! Some  great  Signor  coming  to  stay  at  my  house ! What  an  honor ! 
Here  he  is ! 

[Enter  the  Marquis — over  his  dress  a rich  blue  cloak , which  he  wears  open,  and  in  his 
hand  a militai'y  hat  with  a white  feather  border.  The  servants  come  out  also  from 
the  Inn.'] 

Lord  A.  What  do  I see  ?— Curse  me,  but  it’s  he  again ! 

Lady  A.  The  Marquis! 

Marquis.  How!— my  charming  foreigner  ! 


QUINTETTE. 

Marquis,  {aside.)  Oh ! rapture  unbounded ! 

Indulgent  fate  new  bliss  prepares ! 

My  hopes  are  well  founded — 

My  joy  her  bosom  shares. 

Lord  A.  {aside.)  With  wonder  I’m  astounded! 

Upon  my  wife  see  how  he  stares ! 

My  fears  are  well  founded ! 

To  brave  me  still,  he  dares ! 

Lady  A.  {aside.)  With  wonder  I’m  astounded, 

To  trace  our  steps  he  boldly  dares ! 

My  doubts  are  well  founded ! 

My  beauty  his  heart  ensnares. 

Zerlina  and  Matteo,  {aside.)  With  wonder  they’re  astounded  ! 

What  joy  the  Marquis’s  look  declares  ! 
My  doubts  are  well  founded, 

This  fair  one’s  chain  he  wears. 


Matteo , {to  Zerlina.)  Bun,  and  our  noble  guest  attend. 

[One  of  the  servants  comes  forward  and  receives  the  Marquis’s  cloak,  and  Zerlina 
takes  his  hat,  which  she  gives  the  other  servant.] 


Marquis.  There’s  no  haste. — I’ll  make  some  delay. 

[They  go  off,  while  the  other  two  begin  to  cover  the  table.] 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


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I’ve  traveled  far,  so  I intend 
Until  to-morrow  here  to  stay. 
Lord  A.  (to  his  wife.)  There ! — There ! You  hear  ? 

The  case  is  clear ! 

No  further  now  he  means  to  go — 
’Tis  all  on  your  account,  I know. 
Marquis,  (aside.)  Hope,  with  cheering  beam, 

Now  smiles  on  my  scheme ; 
While  love  and  fortune  seem 
Both  kind  also  to  prove ! 

Lady  A.  (aside.)  Who  can  thoughts  confine? 

He  thinks  me  divine ! 

’Tis  sure  no  fault  of  mine! 

If  with  me  he’s  in  love ! 

Zerlina,  (aside.)  Yes,  from  out  his  eyes 

Love’s  flame  brightly  flies ! 

To  hear  his  tender  sighs 
Her  heart  fain  would  he  move. 

( Together.) 

{hopes,  I 

doubts,  > are  well  founded, 
fears,  J 


\_At  the  end  of  the  above  Quintette,  Lord  A.  forces  his  wife  into  the  inn.  She  curtseys 

to  the  Marquis  as  she  goes  out.  A little  before,  two  of  the  servants  of  the  inn  have 

laid  a cloth,  wine,  fruit,  and  bread  upon  the  table,  at  which  the  Marquis  sits  down 

when  the  Quintette  is  finished.'] 

Matteo , (left  hand  of  the  table  with  a towel  in  his  hand.)  Come,  Zer- 
lina, be  smart  and  stir  about.  Wait  upon  my  noble  lord,  the  Marquis. 
(One  of  the  two  servants  presents  Zerlina  with  a plate , and  a folded 
napkin  on  it,  to  wait  upon  the  guest.)  I hope,  Signor,  that  you  will  be 
satisfied  with  the  attention  of  my  people  and  of  my  daughter  here, 
whom  I must  leave  mistress  of  the  house,  as  I am  obliged  to  absent 
myself  from  it  for  the  night. 

Marquis.  Ah!  you  leave  home,  landlord?  (Pouring  out  a glass,  &c., 
and  beginning  to  eat.) 

Matteo.  Yes,  your  Signory,  almost  directly.  I am  going  to  sleep  two 
leagues  off  at  the  farm  of  my  son-in-law,  that  is  to  be,— young  Fran- 
cesco Veroni,  whom  I shall  bring  here  to-morrow  with  the  whole  wed- 
ding party 

Zerlina,  (aside.)  Lorenzo! 

Matteo.  We  shall  have  a merry  time  of  it;  for  to-morrow  is  the 
greatest  holiday  we  have — Easter  Sunday ; and  who  weds  on  that  day, 
they  say,  has  less  to  repent  of  than  upon  any  other. 

Marquis,  (continuing  to  eat.)  Have  you  many  in  your  inn  just  now? 

Matteo.  Only  yourself,  Signor,  and  the  outlandish  gentleman  and 
lady  you  beheld  just  now. 

Marquis.  No  others?  (After  a moment’s  reflection .)  The  lady  is 
handsome,— but  the  lord,  her  husband,  seems  somewhat  sour-tempered. 


12  FRA  DIAVOLO.  [Act  I. 

Zerlina.  That’s  not  to  be  wondered  at,  Signor ; he  has  been  attacked 
and  rifled  by  the  bandits  of  the  mountains. 

Marquis , ( eating  all  the  time.)  Can’t  be ! — I’ve  no  faith  in  robbers. 
Matteo.  I have,  though ; as  much  faith  as  in  our  Lady  of  the  Green 
Palms,  our  holy  patroness.  ( Signing  himself  with  the  cross.) 

Marquis.  Mere  stories  to  fright  travelers.  I have  passed  the  moun- 
tains by  day  and  by  night,  and  I have  never  been  attacked. 

Matteo.  Like  enough,  formerly ; but  ever  since  Fra  Diavolo  has  fixed 
his  infernal  quarters  in  the  neighborhood — 

Marquis.  Fra  Diavolo! — Why,  who’s  he? 

Zerlina.  How ! Have  you  nevdr  heard  of  him,  Signor? 

Matteo.  Not  heard  of  Fra  Diavolo? 

Zerlina . He’s  a famous  robber. 

Matteo.  Who  is  everywhere  at  once ! 

Zerlina.  And  whom  nobody  can  come  up  with  ! 

Matteo.  He  wears  an  amulet  about  him,  which  he  stole  from  a Car- 
dinal, and  which  renders  him  invisible ! 

Marquis.  Only  think  of  that ! 

Zerlina . And  the  balls  shot  against  him  rebound  from  his  skin ! 
Marquis.  Is  it  possible ! 

Zerlina.  Oh,  it’s  true,  Signor ! His  daring  adventures  would  fill  up 
a hundred  books,  and  as  the  song  says — 

Marquis.  What ! there’s  a song  too  about  him,  is  there  ? 

Matteo.  Oh,  a famous  one ; all  in  honor  of  him— twenty -two  stanzas, 
Marquis.  How  many  ? 

Matteo.  Twenty-two.  If  my  lord  would  like,  during  his  repast,  to 
hear 

Marquis.  Is  one  obliged  to  hear  the  whole  of  it? 

Matteo.  That’s  just  as  people  choose ; nobody  is  forced. 

Marquis.  Oh,  well ! Come,  then,  let’s  hear  it? 

Matteo,  ( detaching  a mandolin  from  the  wall , and  handing  it  to  his 
daughter.)  Here  girl. 

Zerlina , ( declining  it,  and  laying  it  by  her  on  the  corner  of  the  table.) 
Thanks,  Father ! I can  sing  it  very  well  without. 

SONG. 

On  yonder  rock  reclining, 

That  fierce  and  swarthy  form  behold ! 

Fast  his  hands  his  carbine  hold ; 

#Tis  his  best  friend  of  old. 

This  way  his  steps  inclining, 

His  scarlet  plume  o’ershades  his  brow, 

And  his  velvet  cloak  hangs  low 
Playing  in  graceful  flow. 

Tremble ! — E’en  while  the  storm  is  beating, 

Hear  echo  afar  repeating — 

Diavolo!  Diavolo!  Diavolo! 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


13 


Altho’  his  foes  waylaying, 

He  fights  with  rage  and  hate  combined ; 

Towards  the  gentle  fair,  they  find 
He’s  ever  mild  and  kind. 

The  maid  too  heedless  straying, 

(For  one,  we  Pietro’s  daughter  know,) 

Home  returns  full  sad  and  slow 
What  can  have  made  her  so  ? 

Tremble  * — Each  one  the  maiden  meeting, 

Is  sure  to  be  repeating — 

Diavolo ! Diavolo!  Diavolo! 

Marquis , {rising  suddenly  and  singing  the  concluding  verse,) 

While  thus  his  deeds  accusing, 

Let  justice,  too,  at  least  be  shown, — 

All  that’s  lost  here  let  us  own. 

Mayn’t  be  his  prize  alone. 

Full  oft  his  name  abusing, 

Perchance  some  young  and  rustic  beau, 

Whilst  his  hopes  with  conquest  glow. 

At  beauty’s  shrine  bows  low. 

Tremble ! — Each  sighing  lover  dread, 

For  of  him  more  truly  may  be  said — 

Diavolo ! Diavolo  1 Diavolo  ! 

[At  the,  conclusion  of  the  song , the  Marquis  retakes  his  seat  at  the  table , and  Beppo 

and  Giacomo  appear  from  l.,  at  the  centre  pillars  at  the  top  of  the  stage , their  cloaks 

about  them.} 

Zerlina , {perceiving  them,  and  with  a sudden  alarm.)  Ha!  who  are 
these  men  ? 

Matteo.  How  now?  What  seek  ye  here  ? 

Beppo , {advancing  on  the  l.  of  Zerlina,  with  Giacomo  at  his  left 
very  humbly.)  Hospitality  for  the  night. 

Giacomo . In  the  name  of  our  Lady  of  the  Green  Palms. 

Matteo.  Go  to  the  Devil!  D’ye  think  its  our  custom  to  shelter  beg- 
gars and  vagabonds ! 

Beppo-.  We  are  poor  pilgrims. 

Zerlina , {interceding.)  Dear  Father  should  they  speak  the  truth — 

Matteo.  Pooh,  nonsense,  girl ! Pilgrims  dressed  in  that  manner  ? 

Beppo.  We  are  on  our  pilgrimage  to  fulfil  a vow. 

Matteo.  What  vow ! 

Giacomo.  That  of  making  our  fortunes. 

Matteo.  Carry  your  ill-looking  faces  further,  then,  for  you  certainly 
won’t  make  it  here. 

Marquis,  {rising,  and  opening  his  purse , from  which  he  takes  out  a 
few  pieces.)  Who  knows?  perhaps  they  may.  Here,  honest  friends, 
take  ye  this.  I bestow  my  alms  upon  you  in  the  name  of  this  fair 
creature. 

Beppo  and  Giacomo , {taking  the  money  and  inclining  themselves.) 
Oh,  noble  Marquis. 


14 


FEA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act  I. 


Matteo.  How ! — Why,  noble  Signor,  they  know  you ! 

Marquis.  Yes,— they’re  a couple  of  poor  devils  whom  I met  on  the 
road  this  morning,  and  whom  I’ve  already  relieved  once.  Master 
landlord,  to  finish  my  work  of  charity,  I will  pay  for  their  support 
and  beds. 

Matteo.  It  will  be  a crown  a head. 

Marquis.  A head!  That’s  more  than  both  their  heads  are  worth, 
perhaps ; — but  no  matter.  There  my  host. 

Matteo,  ( receiving  the  money. ) Since  my  lord  Marquis  condescends 
to  favor  them,  they  need  no  other  recommendation. 

Zerlina.  Father,  shall  they  be  lodged  in  the  loft?  ( Pointing  n.) 

Matteo.  Not  in  the  house no,  no particularly  as  I shall  be  out 
of  it.  Here,  Eoberto ! give  them  a slice  of  something  to  eat,  and  after- 
wards show  them  yourself  into  the  barn  there  close  by.  ( To  the  other 
servants.)  The  rest  of  ye  go  in  and  get  ready  the  supper  for  the  Eng- 
lish lord  and  his  lady.  ( Exeunt  servants. — To  Zerlina.)  You,  my 
child,  shall  come  with  me  a part  of  my  road  as  far  as  the  Hermitage, 
and  we  will  chat  a little  about  your  bridegroom.  I have  the  honor  to 
take  my  leave,  Signor  Marquis.  I hope  when  I return  to-morrow 
morning  with  my  new  son-in-law  that  I shall  find  your  Signory  still 
here. 

Marquis.  I hope  so  too ; I rise  very  late.— Farewell,  good  host ! A 
pleasant  journey  to  you.— Adieu,  my  pretty  dear. 

[Zerlina,  when  addressed  by  her  father,  has  gone  and  taken  down  his  hat  from  the 
wall,  and  'presented  it  to  him  along  with  his  cane.  She  then  gives  him  her  arm,  and 
exit  with  him.) 

[ The  Marquis  has  sat  down  at  the  corner  of  the  table,  using  his  tooth-pick.  Beppo 
and  Giacomo  look  cautiously  around  to  see  if  all  are  gone,  and  then  approach  the  table, 
one  on  the  left  hand,  the  other  on  the  right.) 

Beppo,  (taking  up  the  bottle,  and  pouring  himself  out  a glass  of 
wine.)  Here’s  your  health.  [To  the  Marquis. 

Marquis,  (with  haughty  suprise.)  What  ? 

Beppo.  I say  your  health. 

Marquis.  What  means  this  impertinence  ? ( Taking  up  the  mando- 
lin, and  aiming  a blow  at  him,  he  escapes  it,  leaving  the  wine  undrunk.) 

Giacomo , (taking  off  hat.)  Excuse  him,  Captain;  he’s  a raw  recruit 
who  doesn’t  yet  know  the  respect  due  to  you.  (In  a low  voice  to 
Beppo  behind.)  Why  don’t  you  take  off  your  hat  ? (Beppo  takes  it 
off.)  He’s  not  yet  quite  up  in  our  ways,  but  he’s  of  excellent  promise, 
and  sure  to  do  honor  to  his  profession  with  a little  practice.  He  was  a 
steward  lately  in  a great  house,  but  he’s  now  determined  to  act  like  a 
brave  fellow,  and  rob  openly. 

Marquis.  Yes,  but  it’s  not  enough  to  be  brave  alone,  ’tis  necessary  to 
have  some  manners,  and  a little  knowledge  of  life.  There  certainly 
never  was  seen,  in  its  beginning,  a more  rude  and  disorderly  troop 
than  that  which  *L  have  the  honor  to  command ! The  most  ill-bred 
rascals  that  ever (Rising  and  taking  the  stage  to  the  right  hand.)  If 


Scene  I.] 


FKA  DIAVOLO. 


15 


I hadn’t  introduced  among  them  a little  order  and  discipline ! ( To 
Giacomo,  pointing  to  a decanter  on  the  table , and  turning  up  his 
sleeves.)  Some  water!  (Giacomo  instantly  pours  the  water  over  the 
Marquis’s  hands  as  he  holds  them  over  a water  glass.)  I’ll  tell  you 
what,  my  facetious  friend — ( To  Beppo  whilst  washing  his  hands) — the 
first  familarity  you  honor  me  with,  I’ll  blow  your  brains  out;  that 
will  be  a lesson  to  you. 

Beppo.  How  ! — a pretty  lesson  indeed ! Blow  my 

Giacomo , (_ putting  back  the  water  on  the  table.)  He’ll  do  it  as  sure  as 
you  live. 

Beppo , {frightened.)  Hey! 

Marquis.  A towel!  (Beppo  hastens  to  give  it  him:  the  Marquis  dries 
his  hands , and  throivs  it  on  the  table;  taking  the  stage  again  to  right 
hand.)  What  news  is  there,  and  what  brings  ye  here  ? 

Beppo , {with  his  hat  off.)  Our  enterprise  has  succeeded.  We’ve 
stopped  the  English  Milord,  and  his  diamonds. 

Marquis.  Think  ye  I’m  ignorant  of  that? — I know  it  well  enough. 

Giacomo.  All  the  informations  you  gave  us,  Captain,  have  proved 
exact  to  the  letter. 

Marquis.  I believe  ye.  It’s  now  three  days  since  I’ve  been  following 
their  steps,  watching  their  movements,  dining  with  them  in  the  same 
inns,  and  every  evening  singing  barcaroles  with  my  Lady.  You  think, 
I suppose,  there’s  no  labor  in  all  that.' 

Giacomo.  We  know  well  enough,  noble  Captain,  all  that  you  do 
for  us. 

Marquis.  Then  be  grateful,  ye  hounds,  and  above  all,  obedient.  But 
tell  me,  didn’t  my  Lord  defend  himself,  and  haven’t  we  lost  some  of 
our  people  ? 

Giacomo.  No,  Captain  ; on  the  contrary,  we  gained  a brother.  The 
postillion  turns  out  to  be  an  old  comrade,  who  quitted  us,  and  who  now 
asks  to  enlist  with  us  afresh. 

Marquis.  Ha ! he  quitted  us,  did  he  ? 

Giacomo.  Yes,  Captain. 

Marquis.  Is  he  in  your  hands  ? 

Giacomo.  He  is. 

Marquis , {coolly  settling  his  neckcloth  in  a pocket-glass.)  Let  him  be 
shot.  I don’t  like  inconstancy — I mean  in  our  profession  ; towards  the 
fair,  that’s  quite  another  thing ; and  since,  thanks  to  my  Lord,  we  are 
rich  in  diamonds,  let  a set  of  the  brightest  be  sent  to  Fiorina,  the 
young  opera  singer  under  my  protection.  I love  to  patronize  the  fine 
arts,  and  particularly  music. 

Giacomo.  It  shall  be  done,  Captain. 

Marquis.  Well!  haven’t  you  told  me  all? 

Giacomo.  No,  truly,  Captain : and  we’re  very  much  afraid  that 
we’ve  been  taken  in. 

Marquis.  Ay,  ay ! Pray,  how  is  that  ? 

Giacomo.  The  money  box  which  you  informed  us  of,  and  which  we 
were  to  find  in  the  lord’s  carriage— 


16 


FRA  DIAVOLO, 


[Act  I. 


Marquis,  ( anxiously . ) Twenty  thousand  gold  pieces,  which  he  was 
going  to  bank  at  Leghorn — at  least  so  his  lady  told  me.  Well  ? 

Giacomo,  {shrugging  up  his  shoulders.)  Impossible  to  find  them. 

Marquis.  Idiots ! to  miss  such  a glorious  prize. 

Beppo.  Perhaps  he  spent  them  o ’ purpose  to  cheat  us. 

Giacomo.  Very  like;  there’s  nothing  but  mfeanness  and  roguery  in 
the  world.  Common  honesty  has  no  followers. 

Beppo.  People  now-a-days  never  think  of  parting  with  their  money 
handsomely ; you  must  take  it  from  them  nilly  willy  I 

Marquis.  Silence  and  begone ! This  it  is  not  to  do  one’s  own  affairs. 
But  I’ll  find  out,  cost  what  it  will,  wThat  has  become  of  all  that  gold. 
I see  I must  have  a few  more  duets  with  my  lady.  What  would  these 
rascals  do  without  me  ? {Looking  at  the  door  of  the  Inn,  which  just 
then  opens.)  Ha ! by  fortune’s  smiles,  ’tis  she ! {Perceiving  Beppo  and 
Giacomo  loitering  at  the  top  of  the  stage,)  How  now  ? ain’t  ye  gone? 

[ They  disappear. 

Enter  Lady  Allcash,  from  the  Inn. 

Lady  A.  {coming  in  gently.)  My  Lord  has  fallen  asleep  in  his  arm- 
chair, and  the  evening  air  is  so  inviting— 

Marquis,  {advancing.)  Charming  lady ! 

Lady  A.  {alarmed  and  retreating.)  Ha!  you  here  still,  Signor?  My 
husband  is  only  in  the  next  room.  He’s  fast  asleep  ; but  he’s  of  such 
a jealous  disposition.  Oh ! he’s  a perfect  Othello ; and  if  he  should 
wake  and  see  us  together — 

Marquis.  He  cannot  surely  feel  offended  at  our  devoting  a few  harm- 
less moments  to  the  enjoyments  of  a little  music.  It  has  been  these 
few  happy  evenings  past — happy  at  least  to  me — our  favorite  pastime. 
Your  gentle  heart  delights  in  harmony— so  does  mine.  See — this 
mandolin  that  courts  our  notice,  seems  to  invite  our  skill.— {Taking 
up  the  mandolin,  which  Zerlina  had  placed  on  the  corner  of  the 
table.) — Come,  let  us  repeat  the  barcarole  which  we  began  yesternight. 

Lady  A.  {looking  towards  the  door.)  Ah ! I hear  him ! He’s  coming. 

Marquis , {hastily  snatching  up  the  mandolin  and  beginning :) 

THE  BARCAROLE.* 

The  gondolier,  fond  passion’s  slave. 

Will  for  his  love  each  danger  brave; 

Winds  and  waves  both  disdain’d 

From  his  lady’s  bright  eyes  [ Looking  at  Lady  A. 

Be  a glance  but  the  prize, 

It  is  still  something  gain’d. 


* The  following  ballad  was  introduced  by  Mb.  Wood,  in  place  of  the  above  two 
verses  and^the  third  one,  on  a subsequent  page. 

List  thee,  dear  lady,  oh,  listen,  I pray — 

In  life’s  early  season,  love  is  the  lay — 

A young  knight  there  came  to  his  lady-love’s  bower, 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


17 


The  gondolier,  fond  passion’s  slave, 

Will  in  his  hark  each  danger  brave, 

By  each  fear  unrestain’d. 

From  the  lips  of  his  fair, 

If  a smile  soothe  his  care, 

It  is  still  something 

[. Interrupting  himself  suddenly , he  looks  towards  the  door,  and  seeing  that  no  one  comes, 
he  replaces  the  mandolin  on  the  table,  and  passionately  addresses  Lady  A.] 

Marquis.  Ah,  lovely  stranger ! must  your  heart  remain  ever  insensi- 
ble to  the  flame  that  devours  mine  ? 

Lady  A.  ( trying  to  regain  her  chamber.)  Signor,  I cannot  listen — 

Marquis , ( retaining  her.)  I am  silent,  Madam,  you  may  remain. 
Surely  to  admire  your  perfections  in  silence  cannot  offend  you? 

Lady  A.  I cannot  certainly  help,  nor  hinder  your  admiring  me, 
Signor. 

Marquis.  Ah,  Madam ! my  soul  is  a slave  to  your  unequaled  charms. 
When  I behold  those  soul-speaking  features— that  ravishing  shape— the 
modest  taste  and  simple  elegance  of  that  attire— the — {his  eyes  sud- 
denly rivetted  in  admiration  upon  a rich  gold  locket , rimmed  with 
diamonds , round  Lady  A.’s  neck,  hanging  loosely  from  a black  ribbon) 
—the  beautiful  diamonds ! 

Lady  A.  What,  these?  Do  you  know  that  they’re  the  only  ones  that 
escaped  the  robbers ! I hid  them  with  such  care. 

Marquis , {aside,  with  vexation.)  Stupid  rascals,  what  a pity ! {Turn- 
ing to  Lady  A.,  with  a tone  of  gallantry.)  Ah,  Madam ! what  need  of 
ornament  hath  beauty  like  yours?  Yet  I confess  this  is  worthy  of  ad- 
miration— {taking  it  up  in  his  hand) — and  the  more  I look  at  it— does 
it  not  contain  something  ? 

Lady  A.  {smiling.)  Well  guessed.  You  must  know,  my  husband 
had  it  made  on  purpose  for  himself,  and  it  contains  my  portrait. 


He  touched  his  guitar,  he  sang  of  love’s  power. 
She  was  another’s — ah ! there  was  the  sting : 

Start  not,  fair  lady,  another  I sing. 

Unknown  was  the  knight,  and  no  one  could  say 
From  whence  he  had  come,  or  whither  his  wayj 
Disguise  he  assumed,  he  hovered  around, 

She  was  the  charm  that  his  bosom  had  found ; 
E’en  in  her  chamber,  her  love  notes  they  ring : 
Start  not,  fair  lady,  another  I sing. 

Past  vows  are  forgotten,  ’tis  seen  in  her  eyes, 

’Tis  told  in  her  blush,  ’tis  breathed  in  her  sighs : 
The  young  knight  is  urgent,  love  is  the  tale — 
Love  over  reason  too  oft  will  prevail ; 

Her  thoughts  are  all  his — to  a brigand  they  cling : 
Start  n'ot,  fair  lady,  another  I sing. 


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18  FRA  DIAVOLO.  [Act  I. 

( Taking  it  off \ opening  it,  and  showing  it  to  the  Marquis.)  Do  you 
think  it  like  ? 

Marquis,  {with  affected  ecstasy.)  Heavens  ! Can  it  be  ? ’Tis  nature’s 
self!  Yes,  there  are  the  soft  and  tender  orbs,  that  look  but  to  enchant ! 
The  lovely  features,  cast  in  the  mould  of  perfect  beauty ! It  moves — 
it  speaks — it  fills  my  soul  with  rapture!  {Changing  to  sudden  rage.) 
And  shall  a tyrant  husband,  a barbarian,  a senseless  rival,  possess  such 
a treasure  ? No ! {Putting  the  locket  in  his  bosom.)  Never!  never! 
Lady  A.  {astonished.)  Sir!  What  is’t  you  do? 

Marquis.  I will  keep  it  from  his  hands. 

Lady  A.  {trying  to  regain  it.)  But,  Sir 

Marquis.  I will  never  part  with  it ! 

Lady  A.  Signor,  I request 

Marquis.  It  shall  remain  for  ever  close  to  my  heart ! It  is  in  vain  to 
ask  it  from  me.  It  is  too  valuable  for  me  ever  to  give  it  up ! 

Lady  A.  Was  there  ev Ha ! here’s  my  husband! 

[ The  Marquis  and  Lady  are  close  to  the  table , so  that  the  Marquis  can  snatch  up  the 
mandolin  at  once.  Lord  A.  appears  at  the  door  of  the  Inn,  when  the  Marquis,  hastily 
seizing  the  mandolin,  continues  the  air  of  the  barcarole .] 

Marquis.  The  gondolier,  fond  passion’s  slave, 

Will  through  the  storm  the  billows  brave, 

By  fond  hope  e’er  sustain’d ; 

If  at  last  to  his  breast, 

Her  lov’d  image  is  press’d— 

[ Pressing  the  picture  to  his  heart. 

It  is  still  something  gain’d  I 

[Lord  A.,  after  having  listened  awhile  at  the  threshold,  comes  down  between  them.'] 

TRIO. 

Bravi!  bravi!  bravil 
Is’t  you,  my  Lord  ? 

’Tis  I,  you  see. 

Did  our  music  break  your  rest  ? 

The  very  name  I detest! 

By  music  I’m  ever  delighted ! 

Sweet  charm  of  the  mind ! 

Yet  in  musie  my  husband 
Ho  pleasure  can  find; 

So,  we’re  never  together 
In  harmony  join’d ! 

Together  they’re  ever  united, 

They’re  both  of  one  mind ! 

To  be  pleased  with  their  music 
I’m  little  inclined ; 

We  can  never  be  together 
In  harmony  join’d. 


Lord  A. 

Lady  A. 

Lord  A. 

Lady  A. 

Lord  A.  {aside.) 

Lady  A.  {aside.) 


Lord  A.  {aside.) 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


19 


Scene  I.] 


Marquis,  {aside.)  By  music's  sweet  power  excited, 

She's  growing  more  kind  ! 

With  my  lord  how  to  deal 
Speedy  means  I must  find ; 

For  his  wife,  and  his  gold, 

Both  are  much  to  my  mind ! 

[ The  servants  take  in  the  tables  quietly. 


Lady  A.  We  were  just  going  to  try  over  the  new  barcarole,  my  Lord. 

Lord  A.  Very  kind,  indeed,  of  you,  my  Lady,  whilst  I was  almost 
eaten  up  by  a swarm  of  mosquitoes ! Besides,  I think  I told  you  before 
I fell  asleep,  to  order  me  some  refreshment. 

Marquis.  Well,  my  Lord,  and  surely,  while  you  were  having  your 
refreshment,  we  might  be  having  a little  music. 

Lord  A.  Yes,  if  I had  got  any  refreshment;  but  zounds!  I had 
none ; and  there  was  I waiting  for  it  all  the  time— and  I might  have 
waited,  I see,  long  enough ! 

Marquis.  Nay,  why  didn’t  you  say  so  before,  my  Lord?  {Calling.) 
Within,  there!  some  one! 

Lord  A.  Oh ! there’s  no  occasion  now ! it’s  not  wanted ; my  thirst  is 
all  gone. 

Marquis , {with  seeming  concern.)  Doubtless,  my  Lord,  the  loss  of  your 
diamonds  has  taken  it  away. 

Lord  A.  Yes,  that,  and — something  else  besides. 

Marquis.  You  alarm  me,  my  Lord.  Has  any  misfortune  happened 
to  the  twenty  thousand  pieces  of  gold  which  you  were  going  to  deposit 
at  Leghorn  ? 

Lord  A.  No,  no, — the  fates  be  praised,  I have  them  still — safe 
enough. 

Marquis.  Ah ! I breathe  again.  Do  me  the  justice,  my  Lord,  to 
appreciate  my  friendly  anxiety ; for  I can  assure  you,  that  had  you  lost 
them,  I should  have  been  as  seriously  vexed  as  yourself. 

Lady  A.  How  kind  you  are ! 

Marquis.  My  only  intention,  in  alluding  to  the  money,  was  to  make 
you  a free  offer  of  my  pocket-book. 

Lord  A.  I thank  you,  Marquis — {drawing  out  his  pocket-book) — but 
I have  already  replenished  my  own. 

Marquis . Well,  I cannot  conceive  how  you  managed  it!  How  in  the 
world’s  name,  my  Lord,  were  you  able  to  save  your  gold? 

Lord  A.  By  a little  judicious  contrivance  which  I don’t  intend  to 
tell  anybody. 

Marquis.  You  are  certainly  very  clever,  my  Lord  ! 

Lord  A.  I believe  you. 

Lady  A.  (to  the  Marquis.)  He  changed  the  gold  for  bank  bills,  and 
afterwards  had  them  sewed  up.  4 

Marquis.  Sewed  up ! {Anxiously.)  And  where  ? 

Lord  A.  {laughing.)  Ha!  ha!  ha!  Guess,  now  ! 

Marquis.  I am  very  bad  at  guessing. 


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FRA  DIAVOLO 


[Act.  I. 


Lord  A.  In  my  coat,  and  in  my  lady’s  gown ! 

[ Touching  her  large  sleeves  at  the  shoulder. 

Marquis.  No!  Is  it  possible?  What?  ( Grossing  to  Lady  A.  and  ex- 
amining her  dress.)  Such  a rich  and  precious  treasure ( Turning  with 

a laugh  to  Lord  A.)  Ha!  ha!  ha! — Capital,  I declare! 

Lord  A.  {also  laughing  heartily.)  Wasn’t  it?  Ha!  ha!  ha!  Yes, 
yes, — my  lady  and  I were  positively  lined  with  money. 

Marquis , {aside.)  Thank  you  for  the  knowledge.  [ Gains  the  L. 

[At  this  moment  a warlike  march  is  heard  without .] 


COMMENCEMENT  OF  THE  FINALE  TO  THE  FIRST  ACT. 

^Lady  a’  } ( ^°^n9  t°  dte  top  of  the  stage  and  looking  out.) 

Hark ! those  sounds ! 

What  means  that  warlike  strain  ? 

Enter  Beppo  and  Giacomo,  mysteriously. 

{Aside  to  the  Marquis  in  alarm.) 

A brigadier  with  arm’d  force, 

On  towards  this  spot  directs  his  course ! 

Let  us  fly ! 

Never! — cowards!  remain! 

I quake  with  fear  1 

What  is  it  ye  dread?— Am  I not  here? 


Beppo, 

Giacomo, 


Marquis. 

Beppo. 

Marquis. 


[ Enter  Lorenzo,  and  the  Carbiniers,  met  and  followed  by  a crowd  of  villagers  and  pea- 
sants. The  people  of  the  Inn  enter  from  the  second  wing,  l.,  the  soldiers  range  them- 
selves towards  the  r.  The  villagers,  peasants,  and  servants  of  the  Inn  fill  the  back.] 

CHORUS. 

Victoria!  Victoria!  Rejoice! 

Joy  now  reign  around! 

Raise  the  grateful  voice  I 

| come  with  victory  crown’d. 

Enter  Zerlina,  hastily. 

Zerlina,  {hastening  joyfully  to  Lorenzo.) 

Again  I greet  my  friend ! 

'lord  A.' } to  Lorenzo.) 

Our  anxious  torments  end ! 

In  deep  silence  proceeding, 

The  daring  hand  we  track’d ; 

And  their  retreat  impeding, 

We  there  numbers  attack’d. 

And  I was  away ! 

With  fury,  first  at  bay, 

Brave  and  dauntless  they  stood ; 

But,  ere  long,  twenty  lay 
Expiring  in  their  blood. 

Marquis,  {aside.)  Oh,  revenge ! 


Lorenzo. 


Marquis,  {aside.) 
Lorenzo. 


FKA  DIAVOLO. 


21 


Scene  I.] 

Lorenzo. 


Soon  the  rest  from  us  fly 
In  fear  and  wild  defeat ; 
While  thus  our  joyous  cry 
Echoes  around  repeat : 
Victoria! 


CHORUS. 


Victoria ! — Rejoice ! — 

Joy  now  reign  around ! 

Raise  the  grateful  voice ! 

V^e  ^ 1 come  victory  crowned. 


Lorenzo , {advancing  towards  Lord  A.)  My  lord,  our  victory  over  the 
banditti  will  afford  you  cause  for  joy,  for  upon  the  body  of  one  of  the 
robbers  whom  we  killed,  I found  this  rich  treasure.  [ He  takes  the  box 
from  one  of  the  men , red  morocco  and  gold , rather  large,  and  filled  with 
jewels .] 

Lady  A.  {seizing  the  box  with  eager  joy.)  ’Tis  mine ! Oh ! happiness ! 

Lord  A.  The  jewels !— Oh,  kind  fortune ! 

[Lord  and  Lady  A.  open  the  box  to  examine  its  contents. 

Marquis,  {aside.)  Cursed  fate !— To  lose  at  once  through  him,  {point- 
ing to  Lorenzo,)  my  comrades  and  my  prize. 

Beppo)  {aside  to  Giacomo.)  Now,  thatrs  a shameful  robbery— to  go 
and  despoil  the  dead  of  their  property. 

Lorenzo.  And  now,  once  more,  farewell ! 

Zerlina , {anxiously.)  Will  you  leave  us  again  so  soon  ? 

Lorenzo.  I must. 

Zerlina.  But  wherefore  this  moment? 

Lorenzo.  The  chief  of  the  desperate  band  has  contrived  to  escape  us  ; 
but  we  are  on  his  track,  and  he  cannot  long  baffle  our  search.  Fare- 
well, Zerlina ! 

Lady  A.  Stay,  Signor— one  instant.  {Hurriedly  to  Lord  A.)  My 
Lord,  your  pocket-book. 

Lord  A.  Eh ! my  pocket-book?  {Drawing  it  out  reluctantly.)  Pray 
why,  my  dear  ? 

Lady  A.  Make  haste,  my  Lord,  give  it  me. — {She  opens  the  pocket- 
book , takes  out  some  notes , and  addresses  Lorenzo.)  Signor  Captairf, 
thus  much  at  parting. — My  husband,  who  esteems  and  honors  courage, 
is  your  debtor  in  one  thousand  ducats,  which  I here  present  you. 

Lorenzo , {draining  back.)  Madam ! 

Lady  A.  Nay,  only  read  yonder  paper.  {Pointing  to  one  of  the 
placards  affixed  upon  one  of  the  pillars.)  The  reward  is  richly  merited, 
and  shall  be  your’s. 

Lorenzo,  {putting  back  the  notes  which  Lady  A.  presses  upon  him.) 
Never,  think  me  not  so  mercenary,  madam. 

Lady  A.  {in  a low  voice  to  him.)  ’Tis  Zerlina’s  portion ; refuse  it  not, 
but  rather  accept  a treasure  to-day,  that  you  may  obtain  a more  pre- 
cious one  to-morrow. 


22 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act  I. 


Zerlina , ( coming  between  them  and  taking  the  bank  notes  hastily .)  I 
accept  for  him.  He  is  now,  thank  heaven ! as  rich  as  his  rival. 
Lorenzo , ( with  joy.)  And  I may  then — 

Zerlina.  Seek  my  father— 

Lorenzo.  And  ask  of  him — 

Zerlina.  Even  to-morrow — 

Lorenzo.  Thy  heart— 

Zerlina.  And  my  hand — 

Lorenzo . Joyful  hour ! 

Zerlina.  Happy  destiny ! 

Lorenzo,  (, gracefully  to  Lady  A.)  Ah,  madam ! you  have  made  me 
blest  indeed.  A short  farewell,  Zerlina.  Nothing  shall  keep  me  long 
from  thy  presence ! 

[He  goes  to  his  'party,  which  he  marshals  in  order  for  departure. 
Marquis , {aside.)  Revenge  shall  overtake  thy  steps!  Keep  by  me, 
friends ; alPs  yet  in  our  favor.  The  father  of  the  girl  will  be  absent  all 
night ; the  house  is  almost  empty ; my  Lord  unarmed. 

Beppo.  But  the  soldiers ! 

Marquis.  They  are  departing;  they  are  going  elsewhere  to  surprise  us. 
Giacomo.  Ha!  ha!  a pleasant  journey  to  ’em! 

Marquis.  Obey  punctually  the  orders  I shall  give  ye.  and  to-night 
shall  yield  us  rich  booty,  and  full  vengeance. 

FINALE  RESUMED. 

Lorenzo,  {to  his  troop.)  Let’s  on ; To  conquest,  friends ! Again. 

Marquis,  { aside  to  Beppo  and  Giacomo.)  They  depart — We  safe  remain. 

Lorenzo,  Zerlina.  Farewell ! 

Lorenzo  and  Zerlina.  Hope  in  my  heart  once  more  is  smiling; 

Past  ills,  fortune  will  soon  repay ! 

Marquis,  Beppo,  and  Giacomo. 

Let  revenge  upon  us  smiling, 

On  to  vengeance  point  the  way ! 

Lord  and  Lady  A.  May  kind  fate  propitious  smiling, 

Guide  him  safely  on  his  way. 

Chorus.  Hope  once  more  upon  them  smiling. 

Every  evil  will  repay ! 

porenzo  and  Zerlina.  Love  each  care  now  beguiling, 

Around  us  will  play ! 

Marquis,  ( aside  to  his  companions. 

Ere  the  dawning  of  the  day; 

Their  precautions  beguiling, 

We’ll  make  them  our  prey ! 

{Together.) 

Zerlina,  Lorenzo,  and  Chorus. 

Let  each  heart  rejoice  ! 

Pleasure  reign  around ! 

Raise  the  grateful  voice ! 

We'11  ) 

They’ll  j come  victory  crown’d. 

Victoria!  Victoria! 

Still  let  that  cry  aloud  resound ! 


4, 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


23 


Scene  I.] 


Lord  and  Lady  A.  We  may  now  rejoice ! 

All  we  lost  is  found ! 

Raise  the  grateful  voice ! 

They’ll  come  with  victory  crown’d ! 
Victoria!  Victoria! 

Still  let  that  cry  aloud  resound ! 

Marquis,  Beppo,  and  Giacomo,  (aside.) 

Though  they  now  rejoice, 

In  our  toils  they’re  bound ! 

Never  shall  their  voice, 

Again  with  victory  sound ! 

Victoria!  Victoria! 

Our  band  shall  all  their  hopes  confound ! 


[ The  servants  of  the  Inn  come  out  with  torches  to  light  Lady  A.  and  Lord  A.  into  the 
Inn.  Lorenzo,  at  the  head  of  his  soldiers,  files  off  at  the  top  of  the  stage,  followed  by 
the  villagers.  Lord  A.  leads  his  Lady  into  the  Inn,  r.  The  Marquis  graciously 
salutes  them  as  they  depart,  and  exit.  One  of  the  servants  of  the  Inn  (Roberto)  con- 
ducts Beppo  and  Giacomo  towards  the  barn .] 


Act  the  Second. 

SCENE  THE  FIRST. 

[ A deeping  chamber  in  the  Inn r At  the  front  wings  two  closet  glass 
doors  facing  the  audience.  Near  to  the  second  wing  a bed  with  cur- 
tains (very  plain,)  and  before  it  a small  table  with  a mirror , a chair 
at  the  foot  and  another  at  the  side.  At  the  second  wing , another  door 
leading  into  the  lower  rooms.  At  the  back  in  the  c . is  a practicable 
window  opening  on  the  country , and  a settee  under  it.  A mandolin 
hangs  near  it.  The  stage  is  quite  dark  as  the  curtain  goes  up.  Music.] 

[. Enter  Zerlina  through  the  glass  door,  a light  in  her  hand.] 

Zerlina.  So, — my  lord’s  and  lady’s  chamber  for  the  night  is  quite 
prepared ; and  their  supper  over,  they  may  retire  to  rest  as  soon  as  ever 
they  please ; they’ll  find,  I hope,  that  nothing  is  wanting  to  their  com- 
fort. The  reputation  of  our  house  must  not  suffer  in  my  father’s  ab- 
sence. (Placing  a light  on  the  table.)  Well,  I have  now  a few  moments 
to  myself  for  the  first  time  the  whole  day ; what  happiness ! Undis- 
turbed and  unobserved  I may  once  more  devote  my  thoughts  to  the 
dear  absent  object  they  love  most  to  dwell  upon. 

SONG. 

Oh,  hour  of  joy!  from  restraint  I now  am  free! 

One  moment’s  mine,  and  I yield,  it,  dearest,  to  thee ! 


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[Act  II. 


How  much  I love  I’ve  not  e’n  time  to  own ; — 

Lest  I forget,  I repeat  it  when  alone.— 

Yes,  I love  with  heart  sincere. 

And  thy  image,  Lorenzo ! so  dear, 

Is  grav’d  forever  here ! 

Oh,  hour  of  joy! — from  restraint  I now  am  free! 

One  moment’s  mine,  and  I yield  it,  dearest ! to  thee. 

How  impatiently  I wait  for  my  father’s  return ! I am  sure  his  heart 
will  now  yield  to  the  wishes  of  mine,  since  Lorenzo’s  fortune  is  more 
than  equal  to  Francesco’s.  Hark ! My  Lord  and  my  Lady  are  coming 
to  bed — they’re  on  the  stairs.  {Snatching  up  the  light , she  runs  and 
throws  open  the  door.) — This  way,  my  Lord ; — this  way,  my  Lady — 
Your  chamber  is  quite  ready. 

[ Enter  Lord  and  Lady  A.  with  a night  taper  in  his  hand , which  Zerlina  takes  from 
him  and  puts  on  the  table  where  there  is  another  candle , which  she  lights.} 

TRIO. 


Lord  A.  Let  us,  I pray, 

Good  wife,  to  rest ! 

I have  long’d  for  my  sleep  all  the  day ! 

Of  all  his  comforts,  ’tis  confess’d, 

A husband  finds  good  sleep  the  best. 

Lady  A.  {displeased.)  What,  my  lord,  so  soon  to  rest? 

Your  repose  somewhat  longer  delay ! 

The  time  was,  I can  well  attest, 

You  were  much  less  inclined  to  rest. 

Zerlina,  {aside.)  This  good  my  lord  loves  well  his  rest ! 

Lord  A.  {aside.)  But  one  year  in  wedlbck  join’d. 

And  no  longer  to  agree ! 

One  so  mild,  so  soft,  so  kind — 

Who  such  a change  could  e’er  foresee  ? 

Lady  A.  {aside.)  But  one  year  in  wedlock  join’d, 

And  thus  rude  he  dares  to  be, 

Once  all  fondness, — now  unkind, — 

Who  such  a change  could  e’er  foresee? 

Zerlina,  {aside.)  But  one  year  in  wedlock  join’d, 

And  yet  thus  to  disagree ! 

When  my  fate  Hymen  shall  bind. 

With  us  the  same  it  ne’er  shall  be  1 

Lord  A.  The  hour  is  late. — Hew  dangers  dreading, 

We  must  depart  at  break  of  day. 

Lady  A.  No,  no,  my  Lord. — Zerlina’s  wedding 

To  witness  I intend  to  stay. 

Zerlina,  (l.)  My  heart  with  gratitude’s  impress’d; 

Lady  A.  {crosses  to  Zerlina.)  My  friendship  further  still  I’ll  show,*- 
Treasure  my  words  within  your  breast, 

What  husbands  are  I’ll  let  you  know — 

My  dear,  all  husbands,  you  must  know — 

Lord  A.  {interrupting  her.)  Let  us,  I pray,  good  wife,  to  rest! 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO 


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Zerlina . 
Lord  A. 
Lady  A. 
Zerlina . 


Aught  else  does  my  Lord  now  demand  ? 
No : so  good  night,  my  pretty  maid. 
You  must  wait  and  give  me  your  aid. 
I’m  at  your  ladyship’s  command. 


[As  they  arc  going  end,  Lord  A.  suddenly  stops  and  fixes  his  looks  on  Lady  A.  s neck .] 

Lord  A.  Eh  ? what’s  become,  my  dear,  I pray 

Of  the  gold  locket  which  every  day 
I used  to  see  hanging  at  your  side, — 

By  a black  ribbon  always  tied? 

What,  the  picture  ? 

Yes ! it  is  not  there. 

’Tis  somewhere  else. 

Well,  but  where? 

,)  Let  us,  I pray,  good  lord,  to  rest ! 

You’ve  long’d  for  your  sleep  all  the  day. 

Of  all  his  comforts,  ’tis  confess’d, 

A husband  finds  good  sleep  the  best. 

But  one  year  in  wedlock  join’d, 

And  no  longer  to  agree ! 

Once  so  mild,  so  soft,  so  kind, 

Who  such  a change  could  e’er  foresee  ? 

But  one  year  in  wedlock  join’d, 

And  thus  rude  he  dares  to  be ! 

Once  all  fondness,  now  unkind, 

Who  such  a change  could  e’er  foresee  ? 

But  one  year  in  wedlock  join’d. 

And  yet  thus  to  disagree ! 

When  my  fate  Hymen  shall  bind, 

With  us  the  same  it  ne’er  shall  be! 


Lady  A.  {confused.) 
Lord  A. 

Lady  A. 

Lord  A. 

Lady  A.  {crossing  r 


Lord  A.  {aside.) 


Lady  A.  {aside.) 


Zerlina , {aside.) 


[At  the  end  of  the  Trio,  Zerlina  lights  Lord  and  Lady  A.  into  their  room,  leaving  on 

the  table  her  own  night  candle,  which  gives  a very  faint  light.  After  a while,  the 

Marquis  appears  at  the  door,  his  movements  silent  and  cautious.'] 

Marquis.  All  seem  to  have  retired  for  the  night ; a favorable  stillness 
reigns  throughout  the  inn,  and  not  a creature,  fortune  be  thanked,  has 
seen  me  ascend  the  stairs.  So  far  all  is  right.  As  I understand,  my 
lord’s  room  is  the  second  chamber  on  the  first  floor,  at  the  end  of  the 
corridor.  This  is  certainly  the  first  chamber ; but  which  is  the  second  ? 
Is  it  this  ? {Having  advanced  l.  he  uncloses  the  glass  door  of  the  closet , 
which  he  leaves  open.)  No.  As  far  as  I can  discern,  ’tis  a mere 
lumber-room — trunks,  chairs,  curtains — {looking  towards  the  other 
glass  door.)  Then  that  must  be  the  corridor  leading  to  the  English 
Lord’s  bed-chamber.  {He  goes , opens  the  right  hand  door , and  looks 
in.)  Yes— I’m  right.  There  is  no  other  passage,  no  outlet  whatever; 
our  prey  cannot  escape  us.  Let  me  now  apprize  my  comrades  whom 
they  lodged  in  the  barn.  ( Opening  the  c.  window.)  They  ought  by 
this  time  to  be  out  of  it,  yet  I see  them  not.  The  moon  has  set,  and 
the  night  grows  darker.  Perhaps  they  are  on  the  watch  somewhere 


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[Act  II. 


about  the  house.  {Perceiving  the  mandolin  that  hangs  near  the 
window , and  taking  it  down.)  Now  for  the  signal  agreed  upon— but 
should  the  people  hear  rue? — Well,  what  matter — I’m  not  inclined  to 
sleep,  so  I’ll  sing  that’s  all.  We  sing  night  and  day  in  Italy.  Besides, 
my  carol  will  rouse  no  suspicions.  ’Tis  the  air  warbled  by  all  the  ten- 
der-hearted damsels  who  wait  their  lover’s  coming ; so  it’s  pretty 
common  all  through  the  country ! 

SERENADE. 

Young  Agnes,  beauteous  flower, 

Sweet  as  blooming  May, 

One  evening  from  her  tower 
Thus  pour’d  her  tender  lay ; 

The  night  now  hath  spread  its  shade, 

\ And  ’twill  hide  thee  from  all. 

Then  haste  to  thy  faithful  maid. 

Darkness  veils  bower  and  hall ; 

Oh,  haste  beneath  her  tower ! 

Dost  thou  not  hear  love’s  call  ? 

The  silent  hour  invites  thee. 

No  star  sheds  its  ray; 

No  danger,  love,  affrights  thee. 

Wherefore  then  dost  thou  stay ! 

When  sunbeams  illume  the  sky, 

Guardians  then  may  appal ; 

But  now  closed  is  every  eye. 

Let  thy  steps  gently  fall. 

The  silent  hour  invites  thee ; 

Dost  thou  not  hear  love’s  call? 

[Af  the  conclusion  of  the  second  verse , Beppo  and  Giacomo  appear  at  the  open  window,  j 

Beppo.  Diavolo ! 

Marquis.  Hush ! Enter  without  noise. 

Giacomo.  ’Ifaith,  it  was  no  easy  matter  to  get  out  of  that  cursed  barn 
into  which  they  crammed  us.  \H.e  closes  the  window. 

Beppo , {coming  forward  noisily.)  No,  indeed.  {Captain  stops  him, 
and  he  continues  more  softly.)  They  treated  us  like  valuable  articles  as 
we  are they  were  afraid  we  might  be  stolen.  We  are  exact,  though, 
you  see,  Captain.  Men  of  honor  are  always  punctual. 

Marquis.  Be  silent.  My  Lord  and  his  Lady  are  but  just  gone  into 
their  room. 

Giacomo.  And  where  are  the  twenty  thousand  ducats’  worth  of  dia- 
monds we  have  been  robbed  of? 

Beppo ■ And  the  bank  bills  of  which  they  cheated  us ! 

Marquis.  They  are  along  with  them.  (Giacomo  and  Beppo  half 
drawing  their  knives , are  advancing  towards  the  chamber , the  Mar- 
quis stops  them.)  Where  go  ye  ? 

Giacomo.  To  get  back  our  property. 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


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Marquis.  Hold  awhile;  they’re  not  yet  asleep.  There’s  also  some 
one  in  their  chamber,  who  will,  however,  soon  come  out ; the  young 
girl  there  of  the  inn. 

Giacomo,  Zerlina? 

Beppo.  Good;  we’ve  a reckoning  with  her,  too;  forward  little  devil! 
There  are  clean  one  thousand  ducats  properly  ours,  which  she  has 
turned  away  out  of  the  lump. 

Marquis.  They’ll  come  back  to  us  again,  fear  not.  But  it  isn’t  against 
her  that  my  vengeance  burns!  ’tis  against  that  Lorenzo,  her  lover, 
who  has  deprived  us  of  a score  of  brave  fellows ; and,  by  saint  Diavolo, 
my  patron,  I will  be  revenged  upon  him — or  I’m  not  an  Italian. 
Zerlina  {without.)  Good  night,  my  lord;  I will  not  forget  the  hour. 
Marquis.  Hush!  the  girl  comes.  ( Showing  them  the  glass  door,  l.) 
Into  that  closet, — quick — behind  those  curtains. 

Beppo.  {Hesitating.)  Behind  the  curtains? 

Marquis.  Yes,  to  be  sure— till  she’s  gone. 

[They  all  three  enter  the  closet,  l.  shutting  the  door  after  them.'] 

Re-enter  Zerlina. 

Zerlina.  Good  night,  my  lord ; good  night,  my  lady ; you  are  sure  to 
rest  well ; the  house  is  very  quiet,  and  very  safe.  Heaven  be  praised, 
every  body  is  now  in  bed  and  asleep,  and  I shall  not  be  sorry  to  be  the 
same.  I am  dreadfully  tired  with  my  day’s  work ! I must  make  haste 
and  fall  asleep  very  fast,  for  it’s  very  late,  and  I must  be  up  at  dawn. 
{She  takes  the  outside  day-cover  off  the  couch.)  My  bed,  to  be  sure,  is 
nothing  like  my  lord’s— far  from  it. 

[ While  speaking,  she  throws  open  the  glass-doors  of  the  closet,  l.  which  opens  out 
towards  the  audience,  and  places  upon  a chair  which  is  just  at  the  entrance  inside,  the 
bed-cover  which  she  has  folded.  She  leaves  the  closet  doors  open,  and  continuing  her 
speech,  she  gets  up  toward  the  couch  again,  keeping  her  back  to  the  closet.  During 
this,  the  Marquis  and  his  companions  have  got  behind  the  loose  curtain.] 

It’s  neither  so  fine,  nor  so  soft; — but  no  matter,  I rather  fancy,  for  all 
that,  my  sleep  will  be  the  sweeter.  I am  so  happy. 

Giacomo , {appearing  at  the  entrance  of  the  closet.)  Why,  zounds! 
this  is  her  room ! 

Beppo.  {Ditto.)  What  shall  we  do? 

Marquis.  {Ditto.)  Wait  quietly  till  she’s  asleep. 

Beppo.  Well,  then,  let  her  make  haste. 

Zerlina.  To-morrow,  Lorenzo  will  return!  He  will  ask  me  of  my 
father,  who  certainly  can’t  refuse  him  now ; for  he  is  rich — he’s  worth 
one  thousand  ducats ! {Drawing  the  notes  from  her  bosom.)  Here  they 
are!  They  are  his— stay,  stay— they  are  ours;  they  belong  to  us.  Are 
they  all  right  though?  {Counting  them.)  Yes;  I am  always  so  in  fear 
of  any  being  missing.  Pretty  creatures,  how  I do  love  them.  {Kissing 
them.)  So  much,  that  they  shan’t  leave  me— they  shall  sleep  along 
with  me,  under  my  pillow.  [ Placing  them  under  the  bolster. 

Beppo , {from  the  closet.)  Those  rascally  notes! 

[Marquis  claps  his  hand  on  his  mouth. 


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[Act  II. 


Marquis . Will  you  hold  your  tongue? 

Zerlina.  {Drawing  forward  the  table  with  the  mirror.)  And  as  to 
Francesco,  whom  my  father  is  to  bring  with  him  as  his  son-in-law, 
why— I’ll  speak  to  him  frankly.  I’ll  tell  him— I don’t  love  him; 
that’ll  comfort  him.  ( Brings  down  the  chair  from  the  side  of  the;  bed.) 
And  to-morrow,  by  this  time,  I shall,  perhaps,  be  the  wife  of  Lorenzo. 
Oh ! [ With  delight. 

Beppo.  What  a tongue! 

Marquis.  Hush! 

Zerlina.  His  wife?  Ah!  I have  so  long— so  long  dreamt  of  it ! — 
aye,  every  night  going  to  bed ; but  now,  there’s  no  more  doubt  about 
it ; I shall  be  married  to  him  to-morrow,  that’s  a sure  thing. 

CAVATINA  AND  CONCEETED  PIECE. 

[As  the  symphony  begins , she  sits  before  the  table,  ( her  bach  to  the  closet,)  and  takes  off 
her  ribbon  head  dress,  her  necklace  and  her  ear-rings  ; then,  as  indicated  in  the  music, 
she  proceeds  to  take  off,  at  different  periods,  her  variegated  apron,  her  short  sleeves, 
and  her  outward  corset  of  ribbons,  remaining,  at  last,  in  a neat  white  underdress.'] 
’Tis  to-morrow — yes,  to-morrow, 

That  makes  me  a happy  wife ! 

Thus  ending  every  sorrow, 

I shall  now  be  blest  for  life ! 

We  shall,  I’m  sure,  ne’er  disagree, — 

[Takes  out  her  waist  pins. 

Nor  resemble  the  great  in  our  love  I 
For  dear  Lorenzo  kind  will  be, 

And  jealous  he’ll  never,  never  prove — 

Ah ! {squeezing  her  finger ) — carefully  and  slow. 

Deuce  take  the  pin ! — 

Beppo  {peeping  through  the  cabinet.)  How  pretty  she  looks  so ! 

[ The  Marquis  makes  a threatening  gesture. 
Well,  I’m  not  speaking ; I but  look ! 

Marquis,  ( pushing  Beppo  away  and  taking  his  place.) 

Begone ! 

’Tis  my  place  here  to  see  what’s  going  on. 

[The  Marquis  is  looking  through  the  panes  r.  Beppo  kneeling  on  his  left  knee,  and 
Giacomo  leaning  against  the  side  of  the  door,  l.  Zerlina  rises,  leaving  apron  and 
curricle  on  the  chair,  tohich  she  puts  back  again  near  the  bed.] 

Zerlina,  ( going  on  with  her  night-toilet.) 

My  Lorenzo’s  heart  I know ; 

In  his  wife  he’ll  e’er  confide ; 

Oh,  how  I wish  the  knot  were  tied ! 

Haste,  to-morrow,*  haste,  to-morrow! 

And  make  me  a happy  wife ; 

Thus  ending  ev’ry  sorrow, 

Let  me  now  be  blest  for  life ! 

What,  though  my  figure  all  the  grace 
Of  my  Lady’s  may  not  display, 

Yet  Lorenzo,  though  such  be  the  case, 

Is  not  to  be  pitied,  I must  say. 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


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[Standing  before  the  glass  in  an  attitude,  and  surveying  herself  with  much  satisfaction. 
For  a servant,  there’s  no  denying, 

Here’s  a shape  that’s  not  much  amiss ! 

There’s  no  cause,  I fancy  for  sighing, 

When  one  boasts  such  a figure  as  this ; 

I’m  sure  there  are  some  more  amiss. 

}{In  the  closet,  unable  longer  to  repress  their  laughter.) 

Ha  1 ha ! 


Marquis. 

Beppo. 

Giacomo. 


Zerlina,  ( alarmed  at  the  sound,  and  listening,  while  the  others  precipitately  dravj  back 
and  hide  themselves.) 

I’m  sure — a laugh  I heard ! 

Was’t  from  the  chamber  of  my  Lord? 

No  ,*  awake  he  could  not  keep. — 

[ Going  and  listening  at  the  door. 
I here  no  noise  he’s  fast  asleep. 

[Resuming  her  tranquillity  and  going  on  with  her  song. 
To-morrow  ending  every  sorrow. 

Makes  me  blest  for  life  I 
But  now  I must  to  rest. 

[She  puts  the  table  back  in  its  place. 


Marquis. 
Beppo. 
Giacomo , 
Zerlina. 


Heaven  be  praised  I 


My  nightly  prayer  be  first  addressed 

[Kneeling  by  the  side  of  the  couch,  with  her  hands  clasped. 
Oh ! Holy  Virgin,  whom  I adore, 

Lorenzo’s  fate  and  mine  watch  o’er! 

[She  rises,  and  seating  herself  on  the  side  of  the  bed,  she  unties  the  strings  of  her  shoes. 
Good  night,  Lorenzo  dear ! 

Our  bliss  now  is  near. 

Oh ! holy  Virgin,  whom  I adore, 

Lorenzo’s  fate  and  mine  watch  o — 

[Sleep  gradually  overcoming  her  during  her  prayer,  her  eyes  close,  and  her  head  falls  on 
her  pillow.  After  a pause  of  deep  silence,  the  Marquis,  Beppo,  and  Giacomo,  cau- 
tiously advance  from  their  place  of  concealment .] 

Marquis.  ^ Silence  befriending, 

Beppo.  >■  To  aid  us  conspires ! 

Giacomo.  J Prudence  attending, 

Vengeance  inspires ! 

Giacomo,  ( approaching  Zerlina.)  She’s  asleep. — 


[He  blows  out  the  light. 


Beppo.  And  now  for  my  Lord 

Marquis.  Should  he  awake  ? 

Giacomo,  (drawinq  his  daqqer.)  To  make  him  dumb  I undertake ! 

{Together.) 

Prudence  attending, 

His  death  requires 
Silence  befriending, 

To  aid  us  conspires  l 


Giacomo.  Come  on ! 


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[Act  II. 


[As  they  are  on  the  ‘point  of  entering  the  chamber , Beppo  suddenly  stops  his  companies, 
and  points  to  Zerlina.] 

Beppo.  Hold ! — What  if  yonder  maid, 

By  the  noise  we  make  alarmed, 

Should  raise  the  household  to  her  aid  ? 

Marquis,  {smiling.)  With  Beppo’s  prudence  I am  charmed  l 
Giacomo.  How  act,  then  ? 

Beppo.  Let’s  begin  by  her ! 

Marquis.  Hay — that  were  pity ! 

Giacomo,  {turning  to  Marquis.)  Is’t  agreed  ? 

Beppo.  Wond’rous,  indeed  I 

Our  captain,  then,  at  last,  grows  tender  and  repenting  ? 

Marquis.  I,  dog  ? — Darest  think  I recede  [ Giving  him  a dagger. 

Here — strike ! — away,  all  weak  relenting. 

( Together.) 

Prudence  attending, 

Her  death  requires ! 

Darkness  befriending. 

To  aid  us  conspires ! 

[Beppo  going  behind  the  couch  with  his  face  to  the  audience  raises  the  dagger  to  stab 

Zerlina.] 

Zerlina,  {in  her  sleep  repeating  her  prayer.) 

Oh ! Holy  Virgin,  whom  I adore, 

Lorenzo’s  fate  and  mine  watch  o’er ! 

[Beppo,  agitated  and  hesitating,  bends  down  behind  the  couch.'] 

Beppo.  She  prays ! 

Giacomo.  Do  not  pause ! — strike ! 

Marquis,  {turning  away  his  head.)  Go  on!  Delay  no  more! 

[Beppo  raises  his  arm  again,  and  is  going  to  strike,  when  a violent  knocking  is  heard 
at  the  outer  door  of  the  inn,  and  all  three  remain  motionless  and  astounded.] 

Marquis.  knoc]£  without ! ’Tis  at  the  entrance  gate ! 

Giacomo  J Means  then  fate  our  hopes  to  blight  ? ^ 

[The  knocking  becomes  louder. 

Zerlina,  {awaking  and  stretching  her  arms.) 

What ! — so  soon  be  waked  ? — Who’s  knocking  at  that  rate 
In  the  midst  of  night? 

Chorus  of  Carbiniers  without. 

Awake,  awake,  good  people  pray ! 

We  all  are  honest  cavaliers ; 

Arise,  for  soon  it  will  be  day, — 

Rise  and  let  in  the  Carbiniers  !— 

Eh!  Carbiniers!  [Trembling. 

Captain,  did  you  hear  ? 

Are  you  then  afraid? 

Again  what  brings  them  here  ? 

Zerlina ! Zerlina ! — descend ! 

Dost  thou  not  hear  ? — ’Tis  the  voice  of  thy  friend. 

Zerlina,  { with  delight.)  ’Tis  Lorenzo ! 

[She  hastens  to  put  on  the  things  again  which  she  had  taken  off.] 


Beppo. 

Marquis,  {coolly.) 
Beppo. 

Lorenzo,  {without.) 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


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Marquis. 

Beppo. 

Giacomo . 

Prudence  attending, 

Our  hearts  inspire ! 

Darkness  befriending, 

Bids  us  now  retire ! 

[ They  regain  their  hiding-place , the  knocking  is  renewed.] 

Zerlina , { hastily  re-adjusting  her  dress.)  Do  wait  a little,  good  folks! 
— By ’r  lady,  give  yourselves  a litttle  patience! — ( Going  to  the  window 
and  opening  it.  Daylight  is  seen.) — Is  it,  indeed,  you,  Lorenzo? 

Lorenzo.  I,  myself,  sweet. 

Zerlina.  You’re  very  sure  it’s  you? 

Lorenzo.  ’Tis  myself  and  my  comrades,  whom  you’ve  kept  waiting 
a whole  hour. 

Zerlina.  People  must  have  time  to  dress ! — when  one  is  so  suddenly 
knocked  up — hut  here— {throwing  a key  from  the  window.) — There’s  the 
key  of  the  kitchen  for  you.  Come  in  that  way ; — the  lamp  is  still  burn- 
ing and  besides  here’s  daylight  already.  {She  returns  to  the  table  to 
complete  her  dress.)  Let  me  make  haste,  by  the  aid  of  a regiment  of 
pins!— One  wouldn’t  like  to  be  caught  quite  a figure;  especially  by  a 
party  of  smart  soldiers. — Oh ! dreadful ! 

Carbiniers , {knocking  and  calling  without  loudly.)  Hey!  house! 
within ! 

Zerlma.  Bless  me ! what  noisy  fellows ! 

Lord  A.  {outside.)  Don’t  be  frightened,  Lady  A. !— I’ll  go  and  see 
what  it  is.  Keep  yourself  calm,  my  dear!  {Noise  again  below. 

Enter  Lorenzo. 

Lorenzo.  Zerlina! 

Zerlina , {with  a half  scream , and  enveloping  herself  in  one  of  the 
curtains.)  Ha! — Fie,  sir! — You  shouldn’t  bolt  into  people’s  rooms  in 
that  manner. 

Lorenzo.  Forgive  me,  Zerlina,  and  affect  not  such  coyness-  You  are 
ever  beautiful  in  any  guise. 

[Enter  Lord  A.  from  his  room  r.  He  has  his  coat  on , but  no  waistcoat;  his  shirt-collar 
is  half  open , and  a pocket  handkerchief  tied  round  his  head.] 


j-  {Retiring  again  toward  the  closet , l.) 


Lord  A.  Upon  my  life  it’s  shocking,  positively  shocking  to  disturb 
quiet  persons  in  this  unconscionable  manner.  I have  paid  for  a nice 
comfortable  sleep,  and  this  is  fairly  robbing  one  of  one’s  money.  {See- 
ing Lokenzo.)  Ha!  what,  it’s  you,  Mr.  Brigadier,  is  it?  Pray,  what’s 
all  this  terrible  noise  about,  and  what  brings  you  back  at  this  untimely 
hour? 


[Lorenzo  and  Lord  A.  come  forward,  leaving  Zerlina  to  her  dressing. 
Lorenzo , ( crossing  to  the  c.)  Good  news,  my  Lord,  I believe  that 
master  Diavolo  can  no  longer  escape  us. 

Zerlina. 


Lord  A 


;} 


Indeed? 


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FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act  II. 


Lorenzo.  Our  information  was  bad,  and  we  were  pursuing  him  quite 
in  a wrong  direction,  when  about  three  leagues  off,  we  chanced  to  fall 
in  with  an  honest  miller,  who  said  to  us,  “Signor  Cavaliers,  I know 
where  the  bandit  now  is  whom  you  are  in  search  of.  He’s  not  in  the 
mountain.  I am  well  acquainted  with  his  person,  having  been  two 
whole  days  his  prisoner,  and  I saw  him  this  very  evening  pass  in  an 
open  carriage  on  the  main  road  to  Terracina.” 

Zerlina . Is  it  possible? 

Lorenzo.  The  honest  fellow  then  offered  to  be  our  guide,  and  made  us 
retrace  our  steps.  Previously,  however,  to  our  renewing  the  pursuit,  it 
was  my  wish  to  get  the  men  a few  hours’  rest,  for  they  have  marched 
the  whole  night,  and  are  dying  with  hunger. 

Lord  A.  Dying  with  hunger? — what  a shocking  death! 

Zerlina.  Holy  Virgin!— And  yourself? 

Lorenzo.  Why,  I am  somewhat  in  the  same  predicament,  too.  Briga- 
diers are  not  exempt  in  those  cases. 

Zerlina . But  there’s  more  than  one  inn  on  the  road,  where  you 
might  long  ago  have  found  refreshment. 

Lorenzo.  But  there  was  only  this  one  where  I could  have  found 
Zerlina. 

Zerlina.  Oh,  sir,  your  servant?  Was  that  it? 

Lorenzo.  Just  so ; that  was  it  which  made  me  still  cry  out,  “ Gentle- 
men, forward!”  March!  Those  are  the  occasions  on  which  it’s 
delightful  to  be  a commander. 

Zerlina.  Poor  fellow ! I’ll  go  and  get  you  something  to  eat  directly. 

Lorenzo.  No,  no,  begin  by  my  comrades.  They’re  not  in  love,  so 
they’re  more  in  a hurry.  Fly,  my  own  Zeilina. 

Zerlina.  My  own  Zerlina,  indeed ! what  freedom ! truly  the  gentle- 
man fancies  himself  my  husband  already. 

Lorenzo.  Not  to-day ; but  to-morrow ! [Seizing  her  in  his  arms. 

Zerlina.  Have  done,  sir!  Have  done,  will  you!  I don’t  know  what 
you  mean  by 

Carbiniers,  {without,  ringing  and  beating  on  the  table  noisily.)  Ho! 
within!  somebody!  house! 

Zerlina.  There,  now;  there  are  your  comrades  growing  impatient. 
{Disengaging  herself.)  They’re  not  like  you,  they’re  better  behaved. 
Coming ! coming ! I’ll  give  them  all  there’s  in  the  house,  and  then  I’ll 
keep  the  best  I can  get,  and  have  it  ready  for  you  in  a few  minutes. 

Carbiniers.  House!  Landlord! 

Zerlina,  {running  out.)  Hey!  what  a noisy  set! 

[It  is  now  full  daylight. 

Lord  A.  Signor  Brigadier,  I’ve  scarcely  had  a wink  of  sleep  the 
whole  night.  Why,  you’re  a set  of  barbarians  in  this  shocking  land ! 

Lorenzo,  {smiling.)  Our  land,  Sir  Englishman,  has  its  charms — to  us, 
at  least;  and  a traveler,  whose  mind  is  just  and  liberal,  while  he  pre- 
fers his  own  soil,  will  yet  find  in  every  country  something  to  admire  as 
well  as  to  condemn ; but  those,  my  lord,  who  travel  merely  to  display 
their  own  importance  and  their  narrow  prejudices,  would  do  more 


Scene  I.] 


FRA  DIAVOLO. 


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wisely  to  stay  and  be  respected  at  home,  than  to  travel  and  be  ridiculed 
abroad. 

Lord  A.  For  my  part,  I again  will  never  believe  what  travelers  say. 
I’ve  not  enjoyed  an  hour’s  comfort  nor  relished  a morsel  since  I crossed 
the  sea.  All  that  I have  discovered  hitherto,  is,  that  everything  out  of 
England  is  positively  shocking ; and  now  that  I am  out  of  it  myself 

Lorenzo,  {half  aside  ) You  are  shocking,  too. 

Lord  A.  Eh? 

Lorenzo.  Only  a passing  reflection,  my  lord. 

Lord  A.  Oh!  ’Gad,  though,  I must  go  and  rejoin  my  lady,  who  is 
half  dead  with  alarm.  “ Calm  yourself,  my  love,”  I said  to  her.  “ Com- 
pose your  delicate  nerves;  I’ll  go  and  see.”  {Mimicking  a woman's 
voice.)  “ My  lord!  my  dear  lord!  don’t  leave  me  all  alone!”  and  she 
did  press  me  in  her  arms  so  tenderly ! I haven’t  felt  anything  like  it 
for  a very  long  while. 

Lorenzo.  Ha!  ha!  ha!  You  see,  my  lord,  in  some  cases,  fear  is  of 
some  benefit.  {He  goes  up,  and  looks  out  at  the  door  to  see  if  Zeklina 
is  returning  ; then  sits  down  near  the  table. ) 

Lord  A.  Fear? — Ha ! ha ! ha ! — Fear  may  do  very  well  for  women, 
poor  weak-hearted  things! — but  for  us,  Signor  Brigadier,  for  us  who 

are  men ! {A  piece  of  furniture  falls  with  great  noise  in  the  closet.) 

Hey ! what’s  that?  [Alarmed. 

Marquis,  {aside  to  Beppo.)  You  awkward  rascal! 

Lord  A.  Mr.  Brigadier!  did  you  hear  that  noise? 

Lorenzo,  {coolly.)  Somebody  has  overturned  a chair,  that’s  all. 

Lord  A.  We’re  not  by  ourselves  here. 

Lorenzo.  It’s,  I dare  say,  her  ladyship  or  her  maid. 

Lord  A.  There’s  no  maid  in  my  wife’s  room ; and  what’s  more,  she’s 
not  upon  this  side,  but  upon  that.  There’s  something  wrong. 

Lorenzo,  {still  quietly  seated.)  D’ye  think  so,  my  Lord? 

Lord  A,  ( uneasy , and  still  looking  towards  the  closet.)  I’m  quite  sure 
of  it. 

Beppo,  {aside.)  We’re  all  lost  to  a certainty ! 

Marquis.  Hush ! * 

FINALE  TO  ACT  II. 

Lord  A.  Would  it  not  be  as  well,  sir  Brigadier, 

If  any  one’s  in  there  to  ascertain  ? 

Lorenzo,  {rising.)  We  may  look — 

Lord  A.  Yes,  do  look — 

Beppo.  Our  time  is  come ! 

Marquis.  No  fear. — 

Leave  all  to  me,  while  ye  conceal’d  remain. 


[At  the  instant  that  Lorenzo  crosses  to  enter  the  closet,  the  Marquis  opening  the  door, 
which  he  immediately  shuts  again,  stands  before  him.] 

Lord  A.  | ^inazemen{;j 
Lorenzo.  1 

Marquis,  {with  his  finger  to  his  lips.)  Silence  pray ! 

3 


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FRA  DIAVOLO 


[Act  II. 


Lord  A.  ’Tis  the  Marquis  once  more. 

Lorenzo,  {to  the  Marquis  haughtily.)  We  have  met,  I believe,  already  once  before. 
Marquis.  Last  night. 

Lorenzo,  ( hastily  and  loud.)  At  this  hour,  wherefore  here, 

Marquis,  {with  an  air  of  mystery.)  Not  so  high. 

I’ve  reason  good  to  hide  me  thus  from  ev’ry  eye. 

Lorenzo.  What  reason. 

Marquis  {pretending  embarrassment.) 

•Nay — I can’t  explain  thus  before  two; 

Say  it  were  for  example — a tender  rendezvous  ? 


,1:} 


Great  Heaven ! 


Lord 
Lorenzo. 

Marquis,  {passing  between  them.) 

Well,  then,  yes, — I’ll  confess  it  entre  nous 
But  be  discreet — It  was  a rendezvous. — 
Lorenzo,  and  Lord  A.  {aside.) 

Horrid  doubts  thro’  me  gliding, 

My  tortured  soul  oppress ; 

Yet  my  fears  longer  hiding, 

All  emotion  I’ll  suppress ! 


Marquis,  {aside.) 


Their  agony  deriding, 

My  joy  I can’t  repress ! 

Both  their  hearts  now  dividing, 

Dark  fears  and  doubts  possess ! 

Beppo  and  Giacomo,  {aside.) 

My  fears  are  fast  subsiding, 

Once  more  we  may  escape,  I guess. 

In  his  skill  while  confiding, 

We  are  sure  of  success! 

Lord  A.  {advancing  to  the  Marquis.) 

At  least,  sir,  may  one  know — without  offence  or  strife, 
To  whom  you  come  here  by  night  ? 

Lorenzo,  {in  a low  voice  and  with  a threatening  air.)  Is  it  to  Zerlina  ? 
Lord  A.  {the  same  on  the  other  side.)  Is  it,  sir,  to  my  wife? 

Marquis.  Excuse  me ; thus  to  question  me  you’ve  no  right  j 
Secrets  like  these,  I to  reveal  am  loth. 


to  which  of  the  two. 


Lorenzo.  1 gay 
Lord  A.  ) 

Marquis,  {laughing  lightly.)  What  if  I came  to  both? 

^ °and°’  1 ^e  kase  doubts  your  vile  words  would  convey, 

Lord  A J ®kall  kere  be  full  explained  without  evasion  or  delay. 

Marquis,  {exultingly  aside,  and  looking  at  them  one  after  another.) 

O’er  all  my  foes  at  last,  revenge  will  be  my  own ! 

[ To  Lord  A.,  in  an  under  voice  and  taking  him  apart. 
As  for  you,  noble  lord ! believe  me,  silence  were  best ; 

Your  lady’s  charms.  I own,  my  heart  has  long  confess’d 
And  this  endearing  pledge — by  which  her  love  is  shown — 

[. Drawing  the  miniature  from  his  pocket  and  exhibiting  it. 
Lord  A.  {Furious.)  Fire  and  death  ! — We  shall  meet! 


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Scene  L]  FRA  DIAVOLO. 

Marquis,  { coolly  and  in  a low  voice.)  Whenever  you  please — so  be’t — 

[ Taking  Lorenzo  aside,  and  pointing  to  Lord  A. 
’Twas  my  wish  that  your  shame  to  yon  lord  should  be  unknown,— 

But  you  insist — 

Lorenzo . I do. 

Marquis,  ( pointing  to  the  cabinet.)  I was  there,  and  I came  to  Zerlina. 

Lorenzo , {struck  with  horror.)  Zerlina ! 

Marquis.  You  conceive — I suppose? 

Lorenzo.  To  be  betrayed  by  her ! And  shall  I bear  my  shame  ? 

No  1 [Bushing  away. 

Marquis,  {catching  his  hand.) 

Hold  ! Dare  not  to  think  you  may  her  fame  expose. 

Lorenzo.  You  her  guilt  defend? 

Marquis.  Yes,  and  will  your  rage  oppose. 

Lorenzo,  {stopping  and  surveying  the  Marquis  with  restrained  fury.) 

When  the  great  dare  the  heart  of  a soldier  to  rive, 

If  brave  they  be — 

Marquis,  {in  a low  voice.) 

Enough ! I’m  yours ! — Alone, — seven  the  hour, — 

Beneath  the  rocks. 

Lorenzo,  {the  same.)  ’Tis  well. 

Marquis,  {aside  with  joy.)  He’ll  ne’er  return  alive! 

Let  but  my  friends  hold  him  once  in  their  power, 

To  revenge  their  companions  their  swords  will  contrive. 

[The  Marquis,  keeps  the  c.  of  the  stage,  Lorenzo  and  Lord  A.  at  opposite  sides. 
Beppo  and  Giacomo  advancing  their  heads  from  the  closet,  l.] 

( Together.) 

Lorenzo,  {aside.) 

Bitter  hour ! Horrid  thought ! 

I have  lost  every  joy ; 

When  with  woe  life  is  fraught, 

What  remains  but  to  die  ? 

Lord  A.  {aside.) 

Bitter  hour ! Horrid  thought ! 

I have  lost  every  joy ; 

Thus  to  shame  by  her  brought ! 

From  my  rage  let  her  fly ! 

Marquis,  {aside.) 

Happy  hour ! Pleasing  thought ! 

I each  fear  may  defy  1 
In  my  toils  he  is  caught ! 

My  revenge  now  is  nigh ! 

Beppo  and  Giacomo,  {aside.) 

Happy  hour ! Pleasing  thought ! 

We  each  fear  may  defy! 

In  the  toils  they  are  caught ! 

Our  revenge  now  is  nigh. 

Enter  Lady  A.  from  her  chamber. 


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FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act?  II. 


Lady  A.  What  dreadful  noise  prevades  the  place  ? 

{To  Lord  A.) 

To  soothe  my  fears  you  little  cared. 

Enter  Zerlina. 

Zerlina,  {running  to  Lorenzo.) 

My  dear  Lorenzo — all’s  prepared. 

Why,  what  means  that  lowering  voice ! 

Lorenzo  and  Lord  A.  {aside.)  Base  deceiver ! 

Lady  A.  {tenderly  to  Lord  A.)  Dear  Lord ! I pray — 

Lord  A.  {violently.) 

Touch  me  not.  We  must  part  before  another  day. 

Lady  A.  {with  astonishment.)  Part,  my  Lord ! 

Lord  A.  I’m  resolved. 

Zerlina,  ( To  Lorenzo,  on  the  other  side,  anxiously.) 

Dear  Lorenzo ! oh,  say 

Lorenzo,  ( coldly , and  without  looking  at  her.) 

Away,  deceiver  I away ! 

Zerlina  and  Lady  A.  {aside.) 

What  mystery  is  .this  ? What  fears  my  heart  o’ercome ! 
Lorenzo,  {to  Zerlina,  aside.) 

Your  falsehood  to  conceal,  I consent  to  be  dumb. 
Can  it  be  ? 

But  begone ! 

Dear  Lorenzo ! 

No  more. 


Zerlina. 

Lorenzo. 

Zerlina . 

Lorenzo. 

Zerlina.  Hear  me  yet ! 

Lorenzo. 

{Apart  to  the  Marquis.) 

Marquis. 

Zerlina,  {much  agitated,  aside.)  My  fears  prevail ! 

Lord  A.  {to  his  wife.)  Tears  won’t  avail ! 

Lady  A.  {aside.)  Anger  and  grief  my  heart  assail  l 


’Tis  in  vain ! All  your  vows  I restore. 
At  seven — beneath  the  rocks — 

Be  sure  I will  not  fail ! 


Zerlina  and  Lorenzo. 


Lord  A.  {aside.) 


Lady  A.  {aside.) 


{Together.) 

Bitter  hour ! Horrid  thought  I 
I have  lost  every  joy ! 

Since  with  woe  life  is  fraught, 
What  remains  but  to  die  I 

Bitter  hour ! Horrid  thought ! 

I have  lost  every  joy ! 

Thus  to  shame  by  her  brought ! 
From  my  rage  let  her  fly ! 

Bitter  hour ! Horrid  thought ! 

I have  lost  every  joy ! 

Who  all  thi3  can  have  wrought ! 
From,  my  rage  let  him  fly ! 


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Scene  I.]  FRA  DIAVOLO. 

Marquis,  Beppo  and  Giacomo,  (aside.) 

Happy  hour!  Pleasing  thought ! 

^ J each  fear  may  defy  ? 

In  our  toils  they  are  caught  j 

} revenge  now  is  nigh ! 

Our  J 

[Lord  A.  moves  to  regain  his  chamber  j his  wife  hangs  upon  him,  and  prevents  him. 
Lorenzo,  rushing  towards  the  door,  is  held  back  by  Zerlina,  who  implores  him  still 
to  hear  her.  Beppo  and  Giacomo  half  open  the  closet  door  to  come  out ; the  Marquis, 
stretching  out  his  hands  towards  them,  commands  them  by  signs  to  keep  back  and 
wait  yet  longer.  The  curtain  falls  upon  the  picture,  and  ends  the  second  act.] 


Act  the  Third. 

SCENE  THE  FIRST. 

[. An  extensive  and  romantic  landscape.  On  the  r.  an  outward  door 
appertaing  to  the  Inn , and  stairs  ascending  to  a surrrunding  gallery. 
Before  it,  a tuft  of  trees.  On  the  u.  a leafy  arbor  containing  a small 
table  with  garden-seats.  Towards  the  horizon , a large  mountain  with 
various  paths  conducting  to  it.  On  its  summit  rises  conspicuously  a 
small  hermitage-chapel  with  a belfry.  A little  behind  the  table  in  the 
arbor , the  decayed  trunk  of  a tree;  and  below  the  arbor  and  the 
mountain , a patch  of  arbute  trees.  Wood  wings.] 

[. During  the  symphony  of  the  following  air , the  Marquis,  in  his  Fra 
Diavolo  costume , enveloped  in  his  dark  velvet  cloak , and  his  carbine 
on  his  shoulder , descends  the  mountain  path  from  h.  to  r.  and  comes 
down  the  c.] 

RECITATIVE. 

Fra  Diavolo. 

My  companions  are  warn’d,  and  our  plans  fitly  laid, 

My  just  revenge  full  soon  to  aid! 

Each  wished- for  joy  thus  to  share. 

What  station  with  mine  can  compare? 

MARTIAL  AIR. 

Proudly  and  wide  my  standard  flies 
O’er  daring  hearts, — a noble  band? 

All  own  my  sway ; whilst  for  supplies, 

Each  trav’ller’s  wealth  I freely  command  j 


38 


FRA  DIAVOLO 


[Act  III. 


My  will  is  law  which  none  gainsay, 

Whate’er  I may  obtain ; — 

In  silent  awe,  they  must  obey ; — 

O’er  all,  a king  I reign ! 

Proudly  and  wide  my  standard  flies 
O’er  daring  hearts, — a noble  band 
All  own  my  sway  ; whilst  for  supplies. 

Each  trav’ller’s  wealth  I freely  command 
Now  a banker  I stop. — “Your  gold ! your  gold!  your  gold!” — 
And  now  a lord  is  brought ! — “ Your  gold ! your  gold ! your  gold !’ 
A lawyer  now  is  caught. — “ Let  justice  be  done — 

Restore  your  plunder — even  three-fold !” — 

Now  a pilgrim  before  me’s  led ! — 

“ I have  no  gold ! — I have  no  bread !” — 

“ Here  are  both  for  you,  friend. 

Peace  your  footsteps  attend !” 

Then  a poor  simple  maid  appears 
See  how  she’s  shaking  with  her  fears ! 

“ Oh,  dear ! have  mercy ! — your  pity  pray  show ! — 

Oh!  oh!  oh!  oh! 

Here’s  all  I have ; spare  my  life ! let  me  go ! — 

Oh!  oh!  oh!  oh! 

Mercy,  Mr.  Robber  be  mild ! 

I’m  alas ! — but  a poor  young  child !” 

CAVATINA. 

We  never  aught  demand  from  the  fair — 

All  due  regard  to  them  we  show  ; 

Tho’  we  gratefully  accept  whate’er 
Their  tender  hearts  deign  to  bestow. 

Ah ! what  delights  around  on  every  hand  ? 

Who  leads  a life  like  to  the  bold  brigand? 

Yet — yet — swift  runs  of  time  the  sand ! 

RONDEAU. 

Then  since  life  glides  so  fast  away, 

Let’s  enjoy  it  while  we  may; 

For  fate  so  kind  to-day. 

Perhaps  to-morrow  may  betray ! 

As  new  dangers  our  steps  surround. 

Every  moment  may  be  our  last : 

Then  with  new  pleasures  crown’d. 

Be  every  moment  gaily  past. 

Oh ! what  joys  divine, 

Does  the  brigand’s  station  combine ! 

Still  gay  and  at  ease. 

Just  like  a king,  I do  as  I please ; — 

I plunder,  rob,  take  people’s  lives. 

Bear  off  both  husbands  and  their  wives; 

And  oft  their  hearts  to  beat  I’ve  made ! 


Scene  I.] 


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The  last  with  love,  the  first  with  dread ! 

One  trembling  bows,  with  hat  in  hand, 

The  other  smiles  and  says — “ dear,  sweet  brigand  1” 

Then  since  life  glides  so  fast  away, 

Let’s  enjoy  it  while  yet  we  may ; 

For  fate  so  kind  to-day, 

Perhaps  to-morrow  may  betray  1 
As  new  dangers  our  steps  surround, 

Ev’ry  moment  may  be  our  last. 

Then  with  new  pleasures  crown’d. 

Be  ev’ry  moment  gaily  past  I 

Well,  ( rubbing  his  hands ,)  my  plans  are  fixed,  and  I think  that,  this 
time,  Signor  Lorenzo  will  find  it  somewhat  hard  to  foil  them.  Six  has 
just  struck  by  the  inn  clock.  In  an  hour  more— I shall  be  rid  of  him. 
He  is  jealous,  he  is  brave;  he  will  be  punctual  to  his  appointment— 
beneath  the  black  rocks—  {smiling,)  where  I have  ambushed  my  bold 
companions,  who  are  anxiously  waiting  his  coming.  They  are  always 
delighted  at  the  opportunity  of  lodging  a little  lead  in  the  head  of  a 
Roman  brigadier.  Now  for  my  other  measures.  Let  me  see.  If  I 
remember  right,  Zerlina’s  father,  old  Matteo,  returns  home  this  morn- 
ing with  the  new  bridegroom  to  conclude  the  wedding.  Well,  then, 
while  they  are  all  at  the  chapel,  and  the  soldiers  on  full  march— my 
part  is  easy.  I’ll  possess  myself  of  my  lord’s  bank  notes,  his  diamonds 
— him ! — perhaps  even  I’ll  take  his  wife — I think  I owe  her  that  much 
attention-  Yes,  I’ll  invite  her  to  come  and  pass  a little  time  with  us 
in  the  mountains.  Will  she  be  angry?  She’ll  pretend  she  is ; but  I 
shall  not  believe  her.  It’s  so  pleasant  to  relate  one’s  adventures  in  the 
London  circles.  ( Mimicking .)  “Oh!  my  dear!  such  a horrid  thing! 
I was  run  away  with,  by  banditti !— but  such  amiable  and  polite  crea- 
tures! they  behaved  to  me  in  such  a delightful  manner!”  “Did 

they?”  “Upon  my  honor!” After  that  they’ll  all  be  mad  to 

make  the  tour  of  Italy.  {After  looking  around  on  all  sides. ) The 
most  material  point  is  to  watch  the  departure  of  Lorenzo  and  his 
detachment.  I see  no  signs  yet  of  Beppo  and  Giacomo,  whom  I left 
behind  as  trusty  spies ; and  I dare  not  seek  them  within  the  inn,  for 
the  carbiniers  are  already  on  foot— and  besides,  I might  meet  that 
miller  who  guides  them,  and  who  knows  me.  An  ungrateful  rascal 
—whom  we  contented  ourselves  with  only  robbing ! It’s  a lesson  for 
the  future.  ( Taking  out  his  tablets.)  As  I see  nothing  of  my  spies, 
I’ll  make  use  of  the  means  of  communication  agreed  on — the  hollow 
of  the  tree— {pointing  to  the  decayed  tree.)  A word  or  two  will  suffice 
for  their  instruction.  ( The  music  of  the  following  piece  begins. ) Hark ! 
— some  one  approaches!  I must  escape  unobserved!  There! — [After 
having  written , he  tears  out  the  leaf,  folds  it,  throws  it  into  the  hollow 
of  the  tree,  and  exits  behind  the  arbor.] 

[At  the  same  time,  a number  of  villagers,  male  and  female,  enter  from,  divers  sides  r. 
and  l.  wearing  green  branches  on  their  heads,  and  some  bearing  in  their  hands  knotted 


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[Act  III. 


sticks  ornamented  with  garlands  and  ribbons.  The  Carbiniers  {without  caps  or  arms ) 
and  the  people  of  the  Inn  come  out  to  join  them.  Soon  after,  a group  of  young 
peasants,  dancing,  and  bearing  flowers,  descend  the  mountain,  announcing  to  those 
below  the  approach  of  the  bridegroom.'] 

CHORUS  AND  CONCERTED  PIECE. 

Villagers,  Peasants,  &c. 

Hail ! blessed  morning, 

Nature  adorning! 

’Tis  Easter-day, 

Let’s  sing  and  play ! 

This  joyful  day, 

Be  grateful  and  gay ! 

Enter  Giacomo,  followed  by  Beppo,  from  the  Inn. 

Giacomo.  Loiterer,  come ! — always  the  last ! 

Beppo,  {stretching  his  arms.)  Good  friend,  our  haste  abating, 

Let’s  take  an  hour  more  sleep ! 

Giacomo.  What  if  the  captain’s  waiting  ? 

What  will  he  say  ? [ Stopping  by  the  arbor. 

Why — here’s  all  the  village,  I declare ! 

Beppo.  To  be  sure ; ’tis  Easter-day;  yet  for  all  that,  see  there ! — 

[. Pointing  to  Giacomo’s  head. 
Not  e’en  a single  branch  upon  your  head  your  wear. 

Do  you  want,  man,  to  bring  us  ill  luck  ? 

Giacomo.  The  saints  forefend ! 

Beppo,  {plucking  a branch  and  fastening  it  in  his  hat.) 

Pious  Giacomo’s  holy  zeal  is  well  known  to  transcend  1 

[A  fresh  party  of  peasants  descend  the  mountain  preceding  Matte  o,  who  comes  on  with 
Francesco  and  a few  followers.  Another  party  carrying  garlands  on  long  poles, 
the  flotoers  attached  to  each  other,  comes  slowly  down  the  mountain,  and  forms  itself 
into  a line  filling  up  the  path.  Matteo  and  Francesco,  who,  as  bridegroom,  has  the 
marriage  bouquet  at  his  side,  advance  to  the  front,  welcomed  by  the  different  parties 
on  the  stage,  whose  greetings  they  cordially  return.] 

CHORUS. 

Hail ! blessed  morning. 

Nature  adorning! 

’Tis  Easter-day ! 

Let’s  sing  and  play ! 

Let  youth  and  maiden, 

Of  sin  unladen, 

Now  deck’d  be  seen 
With  boughs  of  green. 

This  joyful  day, 

Be  grateful  and  gay ! 

Matteo,  {taking  Francesco’s  hand.) 

My  son ! the  heavens  smile  as  tho’  your  happiness  befriending ; 

But  ere  you  kneel  to  love,  e’en  here  now  lowly  bending* 

Let  us  incline 


Scene  I.] 


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At  Our  Lady’s  shrine, 

In  humble  praise  our  grateful  voices  blending ! 

[Some  of  the  female  peasants  go  up  among  the  garland-bearers  on  the  ascent , where  they 
kneel  during  the  prayer — others  lower  down. — All  kneel.'] 

GENERAL  CHORUS. 

Oh,  Holy  Virgin ! bright  and  fair ! 

Thy  sainted  favor  ever  show ! 

Oh ! make  us  worthy  of  thy  care, 

And  on  our  hearts  thy  grace  bestow ! 

Matteo.  May  thy  goodness,  more  and  more, 

Bless  my  child  each  coming  day ! 

Chorus  of  Youths.  Give  us  wealth,  we  implore? 

Chorus  of  Maidens.  Give  us  husbands,  we  pray ! 

Together. 

Oh,  holy  Virgin ! bright  and  fair, 

Thy  sainted  favor  ever  show ! 

Oh,  make  us  worthy  of  thy  care, 

And  on  our  hearts  thy  grace  bestow ! 

[The  prayer  over,  all  rise,  and  Matteo  showing  them  the  door  of  the  inn,  by  signs, 
invites  the  wedding  train  to  enter.  They  go  in  singing  their  chorus.] 

Giacomo.  They’re  gone,  [looking  by  the  different  paths.)  Do  you  see 
the  captain  ? 

Beppo , [sitting  down  on  the  seat  near  the  decayed  tree.)  No ; I sup- 
pose he’s  gone. 

Giacomo.  Well,  and  what  are  you  doing  there? 

Beppo.  What  am  I doing?  Why,  I am  doing— nothing.  It’s  a 
delightful  employment  this  sunny  weather. 

Giacomo.  In  case  that  the  Captain  should  not  rejoin  us,  he  said  we 
should  find  his  instructions  in  the  hollow  of  the  rotten  tree  near  the 
arbor. 

Beppo , [turning  round  and  putting  his  hand  into  the  tree.)  This  is  it. 
Here’s  something ; a paper— and  in  his  handwriting. 

Giacomo.  Read. 

Beppo.  Read  yourself. 

Giacomo , [taking  the  paper  and  reading  ; after  looking  if  they  are 
unobserved.)  “ As  soon  as  the  girl’s  lover  shall  have  set  off  for  the  spot 
of  meeting  where  our  comrades  await  him, — the  carbiniers  on  their 
wild-goose  chase,  and  the  people  of  the  inn  to  the  wedding,  be  sure  to 
give  me  notice  by  ringing  the  bell  of  the  hermitage.  I will  then 
hasten  with  some  of  my  brave  fellows,  and  take  possession  of  my 
lord  and  his  lady.  Wait  for  me.” 

Beppo.  All  clear  enough. 

Giacomo.  Clear  or  not;  once  he  says  it,  it  must  be  done.  Let  us 
watch,  above  all,  the  departure  of  the  carbiniers. 

Beppo.  Oh,  they’ll  soon  be  off.  We’ve  just  seen  them  o’foot,  and 
ready  to  take  the  road. 

Giacomo.  So  much  the  better. 


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Beppo.  There’s  one  thing,  though,  friend  Giacomo,  that  goes  against 
me,  and  that  is  killing  this,  my  lord,  on  a Sunday,  and  such  a holiday 
too. 

Giacomo.  Pshaw ! That  might  be  a fair  scruple  of  conscience  enough 
if  the  man  were  a Christian ; but  he’s  an  Englishman.  It’s  enough 
to  bring  us  good  luck  for  the  rest  of  the  year. 

Beppo.  You  are  right.  May,  then,  the  grace  of  heaven  assist  us. 

Giacomo.  Look!  look! — here  comes  the  poor  swain,  the  Brigadier 
Lorenzo  ; he’s  melancholy ; how  he  sighs ! 

Beppo.  Ha ! ha ! ha ! — poor  amorous  fool ! He  does  well  to  indulge 
himself  while  he  can ! for,  once  he  gets  to  the  place  of  meeting  pre- 
pared for  him  by  our  captain,  he  won’t  have  much  time  to  sigh. 

Giacomo.  Come  this  way,  and  let  us  leave  him  to  himself. — Mind, 
though,  he  doesn’t  get  out  of  our  sight.  [Exeunt  behind  the  arbor. 

Enter  Lorenzo  from  the  Inn. 

SONG. 

t{  Pm  thine ! I’m  thine !”  she  oft  would  say. 

For  ever  thine ! — 

Others’  love  may  fade  away, 

But  never  mine ! 

Yet  she  now  leaves  my  heart  to  grieve, 

And  break  with  woe ! 

I scarce  her  falsehood  can  believe, 

I loved  her  so ! 

But,  love ! farewell, — I’ll  now  for  e’er 
The  false  one  fly ; 

Her  image  from  my  heart  I’ll  tear, 

Then  silent  die ! 

I’ll  no  longer  her  falsehood  regret ; 

Yet  where’er  I go, 

I fear  I never  can  forget : 

— I loved  her  so! 

—Yes,  I have  been  able  to  restrain  myself;  I have  had  the  courage  to 
spare  her,— while  it  is  in  my  power,  before  her  father,  before  them  all, 

to  tax  them  with  her  guilt,  to  proclaim  her  crime  aloud  and, What 

have  I said  ? Dishonor  her  whom  I have  so  loved ! Destroy  her  for 
ever ! No ! let  her  marry, — let  her  be  happy  if  she  can ; she  shall  hear 
from  my  lips  neither  complaint  nor  reproach.  The  hour  of  my 
appointment  is  near ; I will  go — I will  meet  death  for  her ; it  shall  be 
my  only  revenge. 

[Enter  Matteo,  Zerlina,  and  two  servants  from  the  Inn , r. 

Matteo.  Come  lads  put  a table  out  here ; bring  the  wine.  The  wed- 
ding party  and  the  Carbiniers  won’t  be  sorry  to  quaff  a cup  or  so  before 
we  go.  Your  soldiers  are  ever  a thirsty  race.  [Matteo  keeps  con- 
tinually going  backwards  and  forwards.  Zerlina,  during  the  above, 
has  approached  Lorenzo,  who  is  l.] 

Zerlina , (timidly.)  Lorenzo,  I have  been  seeking  you.  My  father  is 
returned. 


Scene  I.] 


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Lorenzo.  ’Tis  well. 

Zerlina.  Francesco  is  with  him. 

Lorenzo , (with  some  emotion.)  Francesco ! 

Zerlina.  He  has  presented  him  to  me  as  my  husband.  All  is  pre- 
pared for  our  instant  marriage.  (After  a pause.)  In  an  hour’s  time  I 
am  going  to  be  another’s,  if  you  do  not  speak — if  you  do  not  explain 
your  strange  conduct— 

Lorenzo.  Remember  your  conduct,  and  leave  me. 

Zerlina.  Lorenzo,  I cannot  bear  this;  be  generous;  do  not  oppress 
me  so  cruelly ; if  your  love  has  chanegd,  if  you  hate  me,  tell  me  so. 

Oh ! I beseech  you  once  more,  ere  to  late 

Matteo,  (at  the  table  r.)  What  are  you  doing  there,  Zerlina,  instead 
of  coming  to  help  me  ? 

Zerlina , (going  to  him , looking  at  Lorenzo  all  the  time.)  Here  I am, 
father. 

Lorenzo , (aside.)  What  deceit!  What  hypocrisy ! 

Matteo , (calling.)  Roberto ! more  glasses ! 

Re-enter  Beppo  and  Giacomo,  l. 

Beppo , (sitting  at  the  table  in  the  arbor , Giacomo  l.  corner.)  From 
this  place  we  can  watch  them  all  nicely. 

Zerlina , (who  has  agoAn  approached  Lorenzo.)  Lorenzo,  tell  me  the 
truth!  Why  is  it  you  treat  me  thus?  What  have  I done?  What 
have  you  to  reproach  me  with  ? 

Beppo  and  Giacomo,  (striking  the  table  and  calling  loudly.)  What 
ho ! some  wine ! 

Matteo.  Why,  girl!  how  now?  Don’t  you  hear? 

Zerlina,  (with  impatience.)  Coming!  I shall  go  distracted.  (The 
bugle  begins  to  sound.)  Roberto ! 

CONCERTED  FINALE. 

[Zerlina  makes  a sign  to  Roberto,  who  carries  a flask  of  wine  to  the  table  where  sit 
Beppo  and  Giacomo.  She  tries  still  to  speak  with  Lorenzo,  when  at  that  moment  the 
Carbiniers  march  in  from  the  inn , r.  Zerlina  gains  the  corner , r.] 

Chorus  of  Carbiniers. 

Come,  Captain ! let’s  no  longer  stay, — 

The  hour  is  come,  we  must  be  gone. 

Our  duty  calls  us  hence  away ; 

To  gain  fresh  laurels,  let  us  on ! Cj 

Matteo.  What ! so  soon  to  duty  again  ? 

Carb.  Long  the  sun  has  lit  up  the  sky. 

Seven  o’clock  will  shortly  strike. 

Lorenzo,  (starting.)  Seven ! — the  hour  so  high ! 

Let’s  away.  [To  a subaltern  whom  he  brings  forward. 

Observe.  When  yonder  rocks  we  gain, 

Half  an  hour  my  coming  wait ; 

If  to  return  is  not  my  fate, 

In  my  place  then  command ; guide  the  men  to  their  prey. 
Matteo.  Alone ! among  the  rocks  ? 

J/oremo.  Honor’s  call  I obey. 


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[Act  III. 


Beppo,  {aside  to  Giacomo.) 

It  is  to  death  he  hastens  on. 

Giacomo.  He  goes  at  last,  and  goes  alone. 

Zerlina,  {looking  at  Lorenzo.)  Shall  I then  let  him  thus  begone  ? No  ! Ho ! 

[She  is  advancing  towards  Lorenzo  from  the  r.  c.  when  Francesco  and  the  wedding 
train,  villagers,  peasants,  &c.  with  bouquets  and  crowns  of  flowers,  enter  from  the 
inn  r.  and  intercept  her.'] 

{ Together.) 

Chorus  of  Villagers.  , ’Tis  Hymen  calls ; no  longer  stay ; 

The  hour  is  eome,  we  must  be  gone. 

While  pipe  and  tabor  gaily  play. 

To  mirth  and  pleasure  let  us  on  1 

Chorus  of  Carbiniers.  Come,  Captain ! let’s  no  longer  stay,* 

The  hour  is  come,  we  must  be  gone. 

Our  duty  calls  us  hence  away ; 

To  gain  fresh  laurels,  let  us  on  I 
Matteo,  {joining  the  hands  of  Francesco  and  Zerlina.) 

My  children,  be  ye  blest,  thus  link’d  in  virtuous  chains! 

{To  Francesco.)  Within  this  hour  her  vows  thou  wilt  receive. 

Zerlina,  {aside.)  All  then,  alas ! is  lost ; no  hope  remains ! 

{Seeing  Lorenzo  about  to  depart,  she  flies  towards  him.) 

Oh,  Lorenzo ! My  tortured  heart  relieve ! 

What  have  I done  ? 

Lorenzo , {with  intense  passion.) 

Deceiver  1 

Zerlina.  Explain ! 

Lorenzo . False  betrayer ! 

Eemember  him  I saw  conceal’d  with  guilty  care 
Last  night  within  your  room. 

[Abruptly  leaving  her,  he  goes  to  his  soldiers,  whom  he  draws  up  in  marching  order.] 
Zerlina,  {wildly.)  What  words  are  these  ? 

With  surprise  and  with  horror  my  heart  seems  to  freeze  J 
Beppo,  {drinking  at  the  table.) 

Will  they  go? 

Giacomo,  {the  same.) 

Shortly  now. 

Zerlina.  What  hellish  plot  is  this  ? 

Beppo,  {knocking  on  the  table  and  calling.) 

What,  ho ! More  wine ! 

[Turning  around  to  Zerlina,  who  is  left  alone  in  the  centre  of  the  stage,  and  whom  he 
points  out  to  his  companion.] 

I say,  see  there ! ’Tis  that  same  pretty  she, 

Whom  so  long  at  her  toilet  last  night  we  chanced  to  see. 

Giacomo,  {laughing.) 

And  who  with  herself  so  pleased  seem’d  to  be. 

You  remember  yet? 

Beppo,  {laughing.) 

Yes ; and  shall  ne’er  forget. 

{Imitating  Zerlina’s  posture  before  the  glass,  and  repeating  her  words.) 


Scene  I.] 


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“ For  a servant  there’s  no  denying. 

Here’s  a shape  not  much  amiss ! [Laughing. 

Giacomo,  [ mimicking  her  also.) 

“ There’s  no  cause,  I fancy,  for  sighing, 

When  one  boasts  such  a figure  as  this ! 

[Together.) 

u I am  sure  there  are  some  more  amiss  !” 

Ha!  ha!  ha!  [ They  resume  their  seats  laughing. 

Zerlina.  ( struck  with  extreme  astonishment , and  seeking  to  recall  her 
ideas.)  Those  words!  What  said  they ? What  horrible  plot  is  this? 

Enter  Lord  A.  and  Lady  A. 

( Together.) 

Chorus  of  Villagers.  Come,  Hymen  calls,  no  longer  stay; 

The  hour  is  come,  we  must  be  gone; 

While  pipe  and  tabor  gaily  play, 

To  mirth  and  pleasure  let  us  on ! 

Chorus  of  Carbiniers.  Come,  Captain,  let’s  no  longer  stay ; 

The  hour  is  come,  we  must  be  gone ! 

Our  duty  calls  us  hence  away ; 

To  gain  fresh  laurels,  let  us  on ! 

[Lorenzo  makes  the  soldiers  file  off  before  him  two  by  two,  and  they  begin  to  ascend  the 
centre  path  leading  up  the  mountain.  Matteo,  at  the  same  time,  comes  to  Zerlina, 
and,  taking  her  hand,  shows  her  the  wedding  party,  preparing  to  depart.  At  this 
instant,  Zerlina  sees  Lorenzo  on  the  point  of  disappearing,  when,  with  a cry  of 
anguish,  she  rushes  to  the  top  of  the  stage.'] 

Zerlina.  In  mercy  stop ! — One  moment  stay ! 

Hear  me ! oh,  hear ! 

All,  [surprised  at  her  emotion.) 

What  would  she  say  ? 

[With  looks  of  astonishment,  they  all  gather  round  her ; the  Carbiniers  return  on  their 
steps,  and  Lorenzo  hastily  descends  to  her  side.  The  music  ceases.] 

Zerlina , [seizing  Lorenzo’s  hand , fixing  her  looks  on  him  steadfastly , 
and  speaking  with  much  emotion.)  I know  not.  I am  ignorant  who  has 
created  the  vile  suspicions  that  assail  me,  and  I seek  in  vain  to  discover 
the  dark  mystery ; but  this  I know,  that  last  night  I was  alone  in  my 
chamber.  ( With  emphasis  and  looking  at  Lorenzo.)  Yes,  alone!  I 
thought  of  persons  dear— most  dear  to  me ; and  I remember  well  to 
have  spoken  aloud  words  which  I deemed  no  human  ear  could  have 
heard;  yet,  those  words— those  very  words,  breathed  only  to  heaven  in 
pure  and  guileless  innocence,  have  this  very  instant  been  repeated  close 
to  me. 

Lorenzo.  By  whom? 

Zerlina , [suddenly pointing  to  Beppo  and  Giacomo.)  Those  two  men, 
whom  I know  nothing  of;  they  must  consequently  have  been  near 
me— last  night— in  my  chamber — without  my  knowledge. 

Lorenzo.  Ha ! Seize  them ! 

FINALE—  Continued. 

All.  Surprise. 


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[Act  III. 


Lorenzo. 
Carbiniers  and 
Villagers, 


Seize  them  both  without  more  delay. 


; 


J we 
all 


j-  obey. 


The  Captain’s  orders  ^ 

Yes,  seize  them  both  without  delay. 

Matteo  secures  Giacomo,  while  the  soldiers  sieze  Beppo. 
Lorenzo.  Should  these  the  bandits  be,  whose  pursuit  brought  us  here ! 

[ Making  the  guide  come  forward. 

Say,  you  who  know  their  chief,  and  have  sworn  our  guide  to  be — 
Behold  these  men,  and  speak,  devoid  of  fear, — 

Is  he  one  of  these? 

Guide,  ( after  considering  them  for  some  time.)  No » 

Beppo,  "> 

Giacomo,  / ^Aside^  ASain  we  ma7  breathe  free. 

Lorenzo.  Their  looks  suspicious  still  appear. 

Matteo,  {going  to  Lorenzo  with  the  arms  and  paper  seized  on  Giacomo.) 

These  weapons  see. 

And  this  paper  also,  of  some  ill  plot  the  key.  [ Music  ceases  again. 

Lorenzo , {hastily  snatching  the  paper.)  Let’s  read: — “As  soon  as  the 
carbiniers  and  the  wedding  train  shall  have  departed,  be  sure  to  give  me 
notice  by  ringing  the  bell  of  the  hermitage.  I will  then  hasten  with 
some  of  my  brave  fellows,  and  take  charge  of  my  lord  and  my  lady.” 
Lord  A.  {struck  with  terror*)  Eh?  Shocking! 

FINALE. — Continued. 


Lord  A.  Can  it  be  ? 

Lady  A.  {tremblingly.)  Is  it  a plot  against  us  two  ? [To  Lorenzo. 

What’s  the  meaning  of  this  ? 

Lorenzo.  We  shall  find  out.  {Calling  to  him  tioo  of  the  Carbiniers. 

Lord  A.  I tremble  {to  Lady  A.)  for  you. 

Lady  A.  For  yourself. 

Lord  A.  For  you  and  me. 

Let  then  love — 

Lady  A.  Or  else  fear  our  peacemaker  be. 

[ They  take  each  other’s  hands  in  full  reconciliation. 
Lorenzo,  {to  one  of  the  Carbiniers,  to  whom  he  has  been  giving  instructions.) 

Quick,  my  commands  obey;  as  I have  said,  place  them  all. 

[The  Carbinier  returns  to  his  comrades,  to  whom  he  imparts  his  Captain* s orders. 
You, — {to  the  other  Carbinier,  showing  him  Giacomo,)  to  the  hermitage 
ascend  with  him ; if  he  rebel — 

Beneath  your  sword  that  instant  let  him  fall. 

[To  the  wedding  train  and  Villagers. 
For  you  my  friends,  now  hide  ye  well 
Behind  those  trees,  until  our  prey  shall  come. 

[Placing  Beppo  in  the  centre  of  the  stage. 
And  you,  take  your  station  there — there  l 
And  if  to  play  us  false,  by  word  or  sign,  you  dare, 

[Striking  his  carbine  and  pointing  to  the  bushes. 
Remember  that  I’m  at  hand.  You  conceive? 

Beppo,  ( trembling .)  But  too  well. 

Lorenzo.  Be  dumb. 

[The  soldier  that  has  charge  of  Giacomo  has  conducted  him  to  the  hermitage,  which  is  at 


Scene  I.] 


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the  top  of  the  mountain,  facing  the  audience.  The  soldier  keeps  inside  the  chapel, 
and  only  Giacomo’s  arms  are  seen,  as  he  begins  tolling  the  bell.  Francesco  and  some 
of  the  villagers  conceal  themselves  in  the  arbor,  l.  Lord  and  Lady  Allcash,  Zer- 
lina  and  Lorenzo,  take  their  stations  behind  the  tuft  of  trees,  close  to  the  door  of  the 
inn,  r.  Beppo  remains  alone  in  the  centre  of  the  stage.'] 

CHORUS. 

Bless’d  Powers,  that  still  the  good  protect, 

Oh,  grant  us  now  your  aid ! 

Zenina.  Does  some  one  come  ? 

Lorenzo.  No,  not  as  yet. 

Beppo,  (aside.)  May  he  shun  the  snare  for  him  laid  1 

CHORUS. 

Bless’d  Powers,  that  still  the  good  protect, 

Oh,  grant  us  now  your  aid ! 

Matteo,  ( looking  out  near  the  centre  path  of  the  mountain.) 

Some  one’s  now  upon  the  hill, 

Lorenzo.  All  keep  back  and  he  still. 

[ The  Carbiniers  disappear  instantly,  both  on  the  r.  and  l.  ; Matteo  joins  Zerlinaj  the 
stage  is  left  clear,  and  Fra  Diavolo  appears  on  the  summit  of  the  mountain  towards 
the  l.  He  stops,  looks  around,  and  perceives  no  one  but  Giacomo  tolling  the  hermi- 
tage-bell, and  Beppo  down  in  the  front.] 

Fra  Diavolo,  (calling.)  Beppo. 

Lorenzo,  (behind  the  trees,  presenting  his  carbine  at  Beppo 
Dare  not  to  stir ! 

Fra  Diavolo.  Is  there  a free  access? 

And  in  safety  may  I advance? 

Lorenzo,  (still  aiming  his  carbine  at  Beppo.)  Answer,  Yes. 

Beppo,  (trembling  violently,  but  without  looking.)  Yes. 

Lorenzo.  Louder  still. 

Beppo,  (turning  his  head  toward  the  mountain,  l.) 

Yes — yes — all  is  right. 

[Fra  Diavolo,  making  a signal  to  three  of  his  companions,  begins  to  descend  the  moun- 
tain with  confidence.] 

Pleasure  invites  to  fresh  delight, 

And  fortune  my  steps  will  gaily  speed ! 

Beppo,  (muttering  to  himself.)  Pretty  fortune,  indeed 
Guide,  (by  the  side  of  Lorenzo  suddenly.) 

’Tis  Diavolo ! 

Lorenzo.  Can  it  bel 

Guide.  My  oath  I’ll  take. 

Lord  A,  (seeing  Fra  Diavolo  as  he  approaches,  and  with  an  exclamation  of  terror 
and  surprise.) 

It  is  the  Marquis . 

Lady  A.  Oh ! fatal  mistake ! 

This  great  signor — 

Lord  A.  This  noble  lover  . 

Was  but  a robber,  you  now  discover ! 

[. During  the  above,  Fra  Diavolo  has  gained  the  level  ground,  and  advances  leisurely 

towards  Beppo.] 


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FRA  DIAVOLO. 


[Act  III. 


Fra  Diavolo,  ( leaning  on  Beppo’s  shoulder.) 

Friend  Beppo,  see ! — fate  has  bless’d  me  all  my  life. 

My  lord  at  last, 

And  his  gold  and  his  wife, 

All  are  mine ! — 

Lorenzo , ( appearing  suddenly.)— Not  so  fast 
[ Instantly  the  rocks,  the  mountain  paths,  and  the  sides  of  the  stage,  become  covered  with 
the  Carbiniers,  who  level  their  guns  at  Fra  Diavolo  and  Beppo.  Beppo  falls  on  the 
ground.  Matteo,  at  Lorenzo’s  movement  has  rushed  and  snatched  Diavolo’s  car- 
bine from  his  hand,  and  turning  around  presents  it  at  his  head.  The  three  banditti, 
who  have  remained  at  the  top  of  the  stage,  are  disarmed  by  the  peasants.'] 

CHOBUS. 

Victoria ! Victoria ! Victoria ! 

[Lorenzo  makes  a sign  to  remove  Fra  Diavolo,  who  along  with  Beppo  is  led  away  by 
a party  of  Carbiniers .] 

QUINTETTE. 

Zerlina,  Lorenzo,  Lord  A.,  Lady  A.  and  Matteo. 

With  gratitude  now  blended, 

Let  joy  in  every  bosom  reign ; 

Happiness  and  peace  again. 

Now  may  our  hopes  obtain  I 
The  furious  storm  once  ended. 

The  sailor’s  song  will  cheerful  flow; 

Thus  our  hearts  new  joy  will  know, 

When  rid  of  this  dread  foe ! 

And  fearless,  each  hind  in  his  lone  retreat, 

This  dreadful  name  may  now  repreat — 

Diavold! — Diavolo ! 

[Just  then  Diavolo,  preceded  by  four  Carbiniers,  and  followed  by  four  more,  appears 
conducted  across  the  mountain.] 

Chorus,  ( pointing  to  him,  and  finishing  the  air  with  a loud  burst.) 

DIAVOLO! 

Victoria!  Victoria!  Victoria! 

With  heart  and  voice. 

Loud  rejoice ! 

[Beppo,  who  is  guarded  behind  Diavolo,  throws  himself  down,  refusing  to  march  on. 
The  soldiers  drag  him  struggling  across  the  mountain  as  the  curtain  falls.] 


THE  END. 


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Patience,  Prudence..;.  ’’**  Tenor, 

V njns'ard  FOr, tup  , “ B&ss, 

Mbd  el  Patte . .... .J * 

-^d  ou  some  lone  thatch- covered  Cot...... “ Soprano, 

: “ Soprano, 

Bass, 

'*  ' Soprano, 

“ Bass, 

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